Private Screen

Perfume the wind
With all of your needs
Oh dear I sense
The invitation, indeed
Not a even a glance,
Just enough to be seen
Incidental dream

Valley so green
Of promises by design
Small eyes
They greet the day and then they blow my mind
Your neck
A land where my thoughts collide
A clinical slide

Breathing like youth, with your confident feet
Nursing your secrets, speed up to the beat
I'm dying to know what you'd stage in the screen
It's your private scene
It's your private scene

Where are you now?
A week much too long
I need the cold of your ghost
And the haunt of your song
Farming the promises
Won't you play along?
It goes on and on



Credits
Writer(s): Fernando Peters
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