Blond children, caresses and strange feelings
Does he drive away? am I driving away?
Spring time turns to Winter again;
just one day of the flowered station, other ones were so blue
But there's something that keeps waiting
lovers, flowers, fresh afternoons, bright teenage
true smiles, sugar cotton, honey kisses
another eyes, flying butterflies
cat eyed, blonde haired, alien faced
thin body, young soul, fantastic ego
I'm the one who's in love with Lucy.