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Your skin in the smoke of the wood, dinner hourMakes me high under the violet sky-towerLook all around us, the cut plants regrowLeaning like me to get close to your glowEven in the city there's a rhythmAnd it's by this beat that we are drivenOne, two, three, four, I still want moreWhen my planet turns on, I will triple in sizeAs a gesture explaining my love for your eyesLittle star-beats that wander and hide in the airTumble drunk just like me in the scent of your hairEven in the city there's a rhythmAnd it's by this beat that we are drivenOne, two, three, four, I still want moreThe feathers that I found might have been yours or mineInvisibly silver on dry grass and vineAnd the sweater and T-shirt I found at the shoreAre still soaked with the salt from our dancing beforeEven in the city there's a rhythmAnd it's by this beat that we are drivenOne, two, three, four, I still want moreSeven, eight, nine, give me more time From Letras Mania