Blind Date - Lucas Santtana

Blind date

Blue eyes

Love can be a trap

Some laughs, the sunshines

Love can be a trap

So many things we talked

So many things we saw

But we did not know what to feel

Fireball crossed the sky

As fast as night fell down

The moon appeared, she was a woman

Two ice cubes in a glass

Touch and move apart

In a mating, mating dance

The past doesn’t say goodbye

The present hasn’t been saying see you soon

The future will know what to do