M83

Like a moth she moves to the red light

Her blood warms and boils there

She skims the sweat like a new milk

And pops the buttons off her wet blouse

Each shade of blue

Is kept in our eyes

Keep blowing and lighting

Because we own the sky.

I'm the king of my own land.

Facing tempests of dust, I'll fight until the end.

Creatures of my dreams raise up and dance with me.

Now and forever, I'm your king.

Waiting in a car

Waiting for a ride in the dark

The night city grows

Look and see her eyes, they glow

The city is my church

It wraps me in the sparkling twilight