Surrender

There's a slow wind moving,

the warm air from the island,

drops of pearls melting from the ice,

and I feel, yes, I feel again.

You can call me silly,

love doesn't happen

between strangers, you'll say.

Love does happen between strangers,

and it doesn't matter what I call it,

the words are irreversible, can be mounted

on a clammy shelf, or hurled into the deepest seas.

You can break my heart into little pieces,

you can excuse yourself from past pain,

I could fall in your arms like coloured cake.

I could hide and never show what isn't real.

It doesn't matter if there's spring or rain.

All I know is I feel again.

It could be dooomed,

my love affairs mostly are,

but I've hid long enough,

I've covered my tracks well,

hoping I wouldn't be spotted.

But you didn't.

And so I'll show myself,

be gentle on me,

my leg's broken

and so is your gun.

I see as you shove it under the covers.

Will I be accepted or killed,

but it doesn't matter,

no, it doesn't matter.

Because I want to be hunted,

I want to see your eyes,

yes, I want to see your eyes.

because I feel again.

Only because I feel again.