It's your fingertips which are dashing around.
Free and unchecked through all gates.
You've already destroyed the arrows and signs.
Along your way through my nervous high way street.

Your lips stroll over my body's skin.
Finding their way easier than before.
Through my streets you painted bright.
Stimulating the production of oxytocin.

Every now and then.
You give me a strange feeling.
Like you've conquered every cell.
Every hormone and every thought.

Made your own gates in my nerves.
Which let only the nicest impulses through.
Stimulating parts of the brains.
Of which, I never reckon the existence.

Created an unknown hormone.
That gives me a feeling of jubilation.
Stops all other processes in consciousness.
Accelerates my respiration and heartbeat.

Blood's circulating too fast.
It feels like you're injecting blood inside my veins.
Every time I think it's gonna break out.
You just add a little bit more.

The only thing I could do is smile.
Laugh and feel like flying.

You make my soul become swollen.
Would it ever break out?