Bikini The Cat. Lottalove. Zeneszám

I kill a killer with the cellophane
I free my fears with naked melodies
I try to choose my friends and enemies and
I choose to use my waekness as energy

now I'm here I need your face to
now I'm here I need your face to
now I'm here I need your face to
now I'm here I need your face to see

I give my travels to this symphony
I dry my tears in lovely salty seas
I teel you silences and souvenirs
I kiss your lips and then we disappear
like two gondoliers

I'm not breathing
is there a meaning?
I love you darling
a siamese dream