Bilingual dreams are hunting my brain for new colours…

A foggy London’s morning makes the most delicious coffee
I’m tasting life between the smooth sheets of me rising
Heavy and tired eyelids of passion

Yes, come sit with me and tell me your stories
Infinite mysteries are inviting me to taste them
But please don’t haste the words out of your soul
Let them go smooth in my eyes like this morning’s rain

Mmm… my London keeps pouring love in my heart’s glass
Sweet and tantalizing taste of your rain on my skin
I go deeper and deeper in the mists of this new found contentment
Getting addicted on this most dangerous drug

I do want more… More! My heart’s demanding
These new colours are making my life’s masterpiece eternal
My London dream is a part I’ll never surrender
Until the last drop of the rain has dried up all my life