Guitar dreams

The language of music echoes the colour of a simple sound.

While its tap melodically paralyses each growing emotion

And then, but only then… a guitar softly breathes two times at once.

Would you still be amazed if it happened too much for others in a minute…?

and inclined to guess the next flavour?

They think about what they believe, but actually don’t understand

…and still, I’m even more charmed with each feather-like breath the wind takes.

Whereas my mind is lured, eyes enchanted and heartbeats carefully broken loose.

It’s you and me and all of the people with nothing to lose.
And it’s you and me and all of the people…
And I don’t know why I can’t keep my eyes off of you.

Some of the things that I want to say, just aren’t coming out right.

I’m tripping inwards, you got my head spinning and I’m dreaming reality.