I don't need the science - what i've got without it, good enough Open my chest, feel my heart being falling stone You've got a chance to strike it, to hit the air and get burned touching show And it no longer matters who will knock at a door It's calling me now, here, there It's not just flesh and blood They say it's wicked fancy to see what is not something you can touch Feeling is not sufficient cuz they're blinding drops Critic goes critic Rendez-vous and you know the truth Walking on the right side Briskly but slow - going up the ladder Rendez-vous and you know the truth