Tango

Here I am to drown my soul
in the abyss of your symmetry
Getting lost in wine and song
and this chemical solemnity

Oh I know
that you can change the atmosphere around you
Oh my beautiful
do you feel the everlasting pulse?

The springtime of our loving
the waving ocean tide
the principles of reason
we shall cast away into the night

And I’m counting, I’m counting
all the times that I find myself
blinded by this tempest of truth
still I’m falling over you

Here I am to contemplate
my religion in your heresy
Getting lost in wine and song
and your crystallized ambiguities

Oh I know
that you can change the atmosphere around you
Oh my beautiful
do you feel the everlasting pulse?

And I’m counting, I’m counting
all the times that I find myself
blinded by this tempest of truth
and these eyes of crushing blue

And I’m counting, I’m counting
all the times that I find myself
learning from sages and fools
still I’m falling over you