Those ringlet of your luscious hair,
Rolling, waving and beating my face in flashbacks every time.
Its kind of electric,
Killing the baflfe-headed monster in my dream,
lifting me, raising me to saize the summer bloom.
Should I crave more of you,
Hence we all have our Angel and demons
If I ask more of your angelic shower
Only to keep my deamon on leash
It would be greed or desperation,
Or just a naive aspirations for never lasting affair ?
In Momentum, I keep that thought aside,
I need a sign, to believe you will be on my side.