2 oclock in the morning details quite unknown

could be anywhere in this world, anyplace but home

the smell of the room is burning, I should take your scent in a spray

have it seep thru every moment (while Im away)

I could the endless hours of the outstretched miles that divide

the stars are in my canopy and your suns about to rise

the need of sleep is deceiving, they say love is a good substitute

Id sacrifice my slumber to be with you.


Sense of belonging

you are my sense of belonging


2 o five this morning, the colors start to clear

I let my self enjoy the moment, for once I have no fear

youve become my favorite nutrient (my nightly glass of wine)

the most succulent food Ive ever had, (the master of my time)

I take the phone and before it rings your voice invades my skin

like an anxious child in her heros arms I tremble from within

then you tell me that you love me (eres mi pasion)

that your pillow smells of me

I swallow your words like an opiate (mi adoracion) and with them drift to sleep


sense of belonging

you are my sense of belonging