No wine tonight.
Soberness everywhere, yet I float.
I float to the thought of having found you.
A musical, a dream, thin rain, cars' lights, city lights.
I'm in your arms completely conscious of where I am,
whom I'm with, yet I float.
I float to the feeling I feel.
It's night, it's velvet dark, yet I see your dark eyes
finding mine.
And I float to my insanity. I float.
It's rapid, slow, warm and cold.
And I float in London Bridge.
There's no music but I hear it, yet I'm sober and I float.
Our hands touch and I float, yet I'm there.
Holding your hand.
Through the night.
Floating.
