When the sun burns your skin
and lights you up with sin,
when the nights seem longer,
and your dream's getting clearer,
when you wish you'd said the things you feel,
and let them know they are all real.
When the moon shines
and it makes you blind,
when you're awake everyday
and you're wondering if it's the last day,
when the dark skies disappear,
and the hurricane takes control of your desire.
You are alive.
A.J : Picture's not mine.
