I worry, because time passes fast.
But not in your apartment, in your arms.
I wonder where you have been in the past.
What a stupid thing to ask the stars!

Painfully slow everything starts to align.
The world one big contradiction.
But with you life feels devine.
You must be my sweetest addiction.

Always drawn to the place by the window,
So I would not miss the world moving along.
Balancing life, high on my tip toe,
Until I fall back into your arms where I belong.