Amber waver of soft soft hair Perfect smell of all you wear Gentle tobacco and scent of book papers When I'm close to you, I hear Caretaker
Smile full of shy and uneven teeth It's nice to breath the same air you breath Headfull of thoughts I will never get clear It is impossible that you are near
To me. I'ma loser You are genius. You always refuse it But I am serious I am loser Close to such genius as you.
I like your hands, shivering slightly When you can't do a thing, I smile delightly My life is full of worshiped details From your hair to your toes, from your chin to your nails
And I still can't believe that you belong
To me. I'ma loser You are genius. You always refuse it But I am serious I am loser Close to such genius as you.