I was the fire warming your shaking hands I was the sea that’s so salty and clear I was the tea in your cup, very hot and sweet But I was no heroin running through your veins.
I am your sister feeding you with tasty dishes I am the plane taking you to Argentina I am a soft and cozy cushion under your head But I am no heroin running through your veins.
I thought I’d be a hand, given to you by the best friends I dreamt I’d be the roof, covering us from rains and snows I wanted to be a picture to make your eyes rest for a while But…