The gentle taste of orange
A garden of fruit and flowers is what I embrace
In ocean blue eyes, in each one`s an island
I`m stranded within your love
And as I fall deeper than ever
And as we kiss, we`re each other`s guide into the unknown
WHERE MEN DO NOT RETURN, WHERE MEN DO NOT FORGET
THE SWEETEST SUICIDE, AS IF WE DON`T EXIST BUT LIVE
The presence of angels, the inscense of Indochine
The quietness of movements, the slowness of Africa
A Point of know return, no way out of here
Nothing compares to you
Anything goes
And as I breathe deeper than ever
I`m coming home, I`m coming home to the unknown
WHERE MEN DO NOT RETURN. . .