...

As I go in the bus
Or might as well walk the road
I see...
All I see are connections
Any place and every place
Holds you;
Has you inscribed there.
The slightest of scratches,
The lightest of scourings,
And i go into a flurry
I scurry and I hyperventilate
Wanting you near me
To relive that connection;
To know how we can
Maybe make it all the more better.
Yes, yes, selfish selfish me, hehe...
But yes, I want to relive
That ol' magic
not because I've forgotten, no.
Exotic tastes linger once tasted.
Making one want more, more and more;
Making one miss it, the moment it is gone.
And here I am...
Past all the limits, above all the thresholds,
Holding out to you...
... an addict; your addict for life...
For that magic
That you weave, just for me...