There is no rush.
Let the busy traffic travel where it wants.
Lay down on your back, rub your eyes, stretch.
Hey, good morning.
I really love when the coffee smell stays in the air and the rest of the world stays silent.
I don't need anything,
go on and let the coffee drop.
Kiss me and tell me what love is,
how does it smell
or how it plays on my mp3,
in my digital heart.
Kiss me and tell me what love is.
After the coffee
I'll see you there,
under the blinding sun,
I'm here for you,
let's draw a map of the multiverse,
see, it goes up and down.
Is it like life?
Feverish play
someone thinks it's a game,
I just wanna speak the truth,
and walk under the sun after coffee
with you.
~Miika
