Bruised egos never rest well in a lovers nest.

Darling, all I askBe young at heart, Be playful, Scream passion And love me tender.

Oh how I could recognize lips that thirst for passion.

The plot twist: us

Bring your playful soul

In your lips I taste all that is living.

In distance we seek what we call home, the mad city where we belong.

Love blends our souls in the most aesthetic enjoyment

Our story is the kind that sets emotions on fire