the gentle taste of orange a garden of fruit and flowers is what i embrace in ocean blue eyes, in each one´s an island i´m stranded within your love and as i fall deeper than ever
and as we kiss, we´re each other´s guide into the unknown where men do not return, where men do not forget the sweetest suicide, as if we don´t exist but live the presence of angels, the inscense of indochine the quietness of movements, the slowness of africa a point of know return, no way out of here nothing compares to you anything goes and as i breathe deeper than ever i´m coming home, i´m coming home to the unknown where men do not return. . .