You’ve become the leading man of my late nights;
the figure in my going away dreams
–if such fantasies are allowed to take my mind–.
After all, you are the one that has the wings and the will;
I’m a house bird, you’re a free spirit.
I can’t allow myself to be the one who cuts your desire to fly.
I won’t let my head imagine the wonders of the world by your side
‘Cause you’re unreal and impossible to me.
Forbidden, off limits.
Yet again, that doesn't stop you from getting into my nerves,
and permeate my skin.
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