LOVE AND ROCKETS

Night, streets and love. I don't know exactly what kind of love, but my lips are reddish now. And so soft. And i saw my face in the morning and i looked really pretty, nice pretty. We talked a lot, then we dance in a super cool scenary. How could be have a realtionship with someone like you, with the same age, with non great economical differences, with non great ideological differences, without important vicius, without bad words between, feeling free to say what you feel, without fear... Maybe i'll know, maybe not, but last night love in the air and rockets in the sky painted the story, our story, babe.