Travelling Strangers

Not more than two eyes and I am following. I run out of my logic, I run away…
So come with me into my arms…
Let’s return back at your home…
Your hands in my eyes, honey upon my tongue…
I have never died this way before…
If I only could be imune from this kind of gladness, but I love this pain,
I love you my disease…
Travelling in my veins…
We are travelling strangers, we’re strangers in ourselves…
We are travelling strangers, we’re strangers on the run…