Tekster: Costanza. Looking For A Protestation.

I don't ask you a question
I don't wanna your suggestion
It's willing
I'm revealing
Leaving it without confession

What's my destination
I'm looking for a protestation
It's a feeling
I'm leaving
Living it without obsession

You ain't gonna make me swallow
The water is too much shallow
Play the cello
Make me yellow
I'm gonna make you mellow

What's my destination
I'm looking for a protestation
It's a feeling
I'm leaving
Living it without obsession

Leaving it without confession
Living it without obsession

Come
Out of the sun
Into my arms
Come to me
I wanna be your God
Out of the sun
Into my eyes
'Cause in me I've already you