I would like to disappear in the chords of this song.
Its beauty touches my soul, even if I'm no mother, I have no son.
But Magic, that's our love, our love conjures sparkling stars.
Its light mends the grey areas of our broken hearts.
I'm no mother, but I have a Mom and I love her so.
She's always afraid about my wellbeing and my illness hurts her more.
The people in the village recognize her face in mine.
And it hurts me to know that our love only stays for a little while.
But so is life for all, a heavy but pink little package.
No one knows when our bodies vanish to stardust and ashes.
Fuck money, diamonds, gold. Love is our precious treasure.
