and we used to think that we were playing with time as if we could switch our hearts on and off anytime we felt so.
and that was the time we call "the loving affair"
and I've got water in my hands,
seas waitin' to be fired
summers on the way.
sometimes telephones are dead
with an image stuck in their head
and I miss telephones.
so I usually think of that certain "affair" but in totally beautiful ways.
and as I see, time decides what affairs should look like.
time will forever be ready to switch our hearts on and off.
my melting clock.