Room Eleven

My shoe lace is tied to yours
Connects me to your endless shore
Sea of me drinks your land
My heart beats your rhythm
I am in your hand
Counting your moles
No need to look for goals
As my destination is you
And reading your life review
I remember running around in the greenest grass
Chasing each other laughing in a late summer light
With every step I had the feeling that life had just begun
Life had just begun
The palace with the white walls
With the shades of daylight
Where I was a burglar of my own happiness
Where I felt like an oversized party-dress