And then I feel

What can I say; you’re there sometimes, in the full moon nights, calling me, well not at all, maybe I’m calling you, then, I think I have your heart in my hands and I can feel it whit my fingers and I take it to my pocket, I save your image but mare than it I save your heart, I got you under my skin as same way you got me on yours, and this is stupid, is stupid here but is not in the world that we used to live or used to believe.