We touched there was temperature   I'm not the same   Now I'm passing through your door   It's a pleasure game      You're the object of of my smile   I'm a life machine   Sentimental sound on sound   Time to switch the scene      You're the passion in me   You've broken down the system   You're the vision I see   A pleasure victim      Simple figures fill my mind   Some I recognize   Bodies always look the same   Never see their eyes      To the touch there's always you   How can I erase your   Flaming candles, whispered words   Then your soft embrace