(D. Bartholomé)



I went down to see the rest (the face) of you in a bag down in the garage
I feel more myself with your skin on,
it's a big surprise, I went down

I feel my bud echoes and that until my head explodes
I feel more myself with your shoes on
That until I'm Michael Jackson
That until I "foot my feet off"
That until I shake and shiver
Now I'm alright, now