Clear and tropical, deep and blue, though my eyes seek sirens in you,
Of them you can never accrue, for they belong to the sea.

If all women come from Venus,
And spiders come from Mars,
Then men must come from planet Earth,
Gazing up at the stars,
Valiantly spinning their webs,
Catch her behind false bars.

I am blinded,
Your piercing light,
You turn me on,
Make my room bright.

We play the game,
Now in the dark,
And she won’t dance,
We lose the spark.

On, off, on, off

Happiness is a horizon,
Not a pursuit, to be pursued,
And each moment marks a moment,
When happiness must be renewed,
There is no end, just constant search,
For that to which I do allude.

As the Sun did rise in the East,
To heat me up so slow,
As I first saw Your beaming face,
Passion took time to grow,
But as it rose all became clear,
I saw You smiling so.