Catch and fall, what a fireball...

Have you forgotten me? I’m here.

In my chest, I grew a flower with grace

And its petals are covering my face.

Don’t be afraid, my smile will appear;

When your hand will strangle the embrace,

We’ll just vanish, into space, without a trace.

Clean my face, clean the trace

Clean the flowers; the embrace.

Clean the hands and clean the space

Clean the life and the grace.

-Here goes the staircase.

Have you forgotten me? I’m everywhere.

In your head I’ve put a bomb

And the smoke is grey and strong.

Don’t be afraid, there’s loads of air;

So I’ve made the clock go wrong

And the bomb just left some smog.

Dirty hands and dirty fog,

Dirty clock that goes along

Dirty air knows I belong

In the bomb that left the smog.

-And so I think to stop the song.

Have you forgotten me? I don’t think so.

My heart is messy but still pumping

For you, the boy that keeps on painting.

Don’t be afraid, the colours, to you I’ll throw;

And pictures you’ll be singing

While flowers will be dancing

-with you, my prince of acid.