My shoe lace is tied to yoursConnects me to your endless shoreSea of me drinks your landMy heart beats your rhytmI am in your handCounting your molesNo need to look for goalsAs my destination is youAnd reading your life reviewI remember running around in the greenest grassChasing each other laughing in a late summer lightWith every step I had the feeling that life had just begunThe palace with the white wallsWith the shades of daylightWhere I was a burglar of my own happinessWhere I felt like an oversized partydressOh you know that raising my voiceWouldnt be my choiceMy words won't beat you up, noThey'll only describe the whipped cream on top