Maybe I think it’s beautiful

Even if it’s dangerous

Dangerous as a smile

Dangerous as poetry

I’ll bet you fortunes

You don’t get it

Because what I have

Is not worth giving

Maybe I think

I want to be the same

I want to live as simple

As the children do

My eyes will remain

Closed to your changes

Because, if they open

They will go blind

Maybe I think

The view isn’t worth it

Maybe I think

We were all in love

God help the Lovers

For they can’t see what we do

They don’t see the world

In each other’s eyes

Maybe I think

We should live a little longer

But what’s living

Without every kind of love?

What’s being young?

They think we haven’t lived

But I’ve lived in mansions

And basements full of dust

Maybe I can’t move

Because I’ll do something drastic

I don’t want to say it

But you move my lips