Stepping into the grin of the night 
oh where have you been? 

The thick air 
that almost makes me wild 

Standing by the darkness that suddenly blooms
what tale is it 
that you have for me tonight?

What a glare
I can not take it 

Getting lost in the scent of sleepless beings 
drifting all over the place 

What a flair 
am I scared? 

Chasing those gazes on me  
oh it’s melting into my skin 

I’m only telling you 
it’s not so easy 
not to feel it 

does this make it a vice? 

Photo: Holbox, Mexico in 2016.