There are stories of love, that never end
That hide behind the turn of your corner
They dance on one foot
They paddle with an oar, who drink without thirst
There is space, there is pain, there is desire
Hearts in the air filled with hole
There are shared kisses, stolen chosen
A thousand smoke signals among lost lovers
Loves of a while, without time or treatment
Laws of gravity without fall
Scars without wound
Goodbye, welcome that usually walk down the same avenue
There is so much to choose
And you and I that day coincide, coincide, coincide
It was your story
It crossed with mine
So many people, so many people out there
And match that day
It was your story
It crossed with mine
So many people, so many people out there
And match that day
Coincide
There are stories on the edge, of the precipice
What are you looking for in the trunks, from the beginning
There are nights without hot flashes
Tears without princesses or broken mirrors
There are revolutions between hearts
Two-lip games without pawns
Sweats temptations, phytas without flowers
Full of passions about frozen parks
Of peepers among neons
Conformable Platonic Loves
Beds without truces without confections
Soldiers of love without rifles
They point to targets of sensitive hearts
Both to choose
And you and I that day coincide
Coincide
Coincide
Coincide
It was your story
It crossed with mine
So many people, so many people out there
And match that day
It was your story
It crossed with mine
So many people, so many people out there
And match that day
There are stories of lovers
In the trenches
Fighting in the daily battle
From this uncertain science
Looking for a hole
From some open heart
Looking for love
Hey hear me
Only you and me
Only you and me
Hey and match today
Hey hear me
Only you and me
Only you and me
Hey and match today
Match match
Only among all we can make this a better place :)