Stars like disco lamps over our forhead-to-forhead
and we are inseparable tonight.
Your perfect brown eyes see through my ordinary blue,
and I almost kissed you then and there.
Instead I went to bed without that sweet taste of you in my lips
but a movie in my head with a parfect moonlight saga,
starring perfect brown and ordinary blue.


Det är natt. Jag är något på spåren....