Marlango. The Electrical Morning. Who Is Me. Zeneszám

The edge cuts this day
Into perfect shades and perfect shapes
There's a buzzing
Going 'round in my head
Like lights this love will not be own
Like music this joy will not be hold

Who is me
Who you
Who is who i see

Who is he
Who she
Who is who in me

I tried to hold it
But it slips between my hands
And i tried to grab it
But it won't stay in my arms

So's nothing simple in a yes
There's nothing in no
There is nothing simple in what i see

Who is me
Who you
Who is who i see

Who is he
Who she
Who is who in me

There's nothing yours that i can hold
Your skin ends where my hand begins
That i have something yours within
I have something yours
That i have something that it's not me anymore

Who is me
Who you
Who is who i see

Who is you
Who she
Who is who in me

Who is me
Who you
Who is who i see

Like love this joy will not be own
Like music this love will not be held