I would want to be the owner
of the your mouth's pact
I would want to be the verb
the which you don't invite
to the party of your voice
I got to go, sorry, I will do it other day
Sorry for my english, it isn't the best
have you asked yourself sometime, tell the truth
if it feels the wind
underneath your clothes
when you bathe naked in the sea
who caress your body
in the party of your skin
it will feels the salt, the waves, it will feels the sand
it get me pain
I would want to be the air that escapes of your laughter
I would want to be the salt for escocerte in your wounds
I would want to be the owner of the your mouth's pact I would want to be the verb the which you don't invite to the party of your voice
I got to go, sorry, I will do it other day Sorry for my english, it isn't the best have you asked yourself sometime, tell the truth if it feels the wind underneath your clothes when you bathe naked in the sea who caress your body in the party of your skin it will feels the salt, the waves, it will feels the sand it get me pain
I would want to be the air that escapes of your laughter I would want to be the salt for escocerte in your wounds