Fancy boy

I met you in dead of night, we were trying to survive, I didn't have to look twice, you were there, as always, with the music on your side. 

You're a fancy boy, but you don't have anything of fancy, you're invisible like wind, freedom runs in your veins.

I was floating on insomnia in my spirits nights, my legs fell towards to you, on hollow. When I saw your eyes it was between on mine, you're on my skin, and I enter in yours through to the moonlight, in a natural way, like your unfinished heart. M.