Out Of Paradise

Fernando Borba

Compositor: Fernando Borba

Tell me all you believe
Don't worry I won't leasten
I will see only your lips
Moving slowly, butterfflies
Eyes on my eyes
It's amazing like a drift
Almost love
Hands on my hands
The begining of the road
That will lead us out of Paradise

Kiss me again, once more
What for? Cause I need you
Hold me now, like a rope
Just before, take off your coat
Skin on my skin
It's amazing like a scream
Almost love!
Body on my body
Without wings
Sweet as an angel
Almost God out of Paradise