Wednesday, some month some day with fair weather, the light has a water-coloured scent

The cat's diary, records the number of times it took a nap
The swing's diary, records today's acceleration and the takeoff of dreams
The clock's diary, lists the number of times its beloved has glanced at it
Then, in the diary of my lips, is written the number of times I've called out your name
one two three four five and six

Thursday, some month some day with dreams, are we getting closer?

The universe's diary, records each time one star meets another
The curtain's diary, contains rumours that the wind has spread of someone kissing
The rocket's diary, counts down on its fingers till the day of takeoff
Like that, in the diary of my lips, I dream of a countdown like that with you
seven six five four three two one

my diary is, dreaming of kissing you

i love this song
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