Makin' Love Between Tulips
perhaps it's becoming a cliché
nevertheless important to me
I've stopped fighting all my windmills
in my dreams countless tulips I see
I wake up and they're still all over
but now I find myself alone
it's raining it's wet got no clothes on
and I shiver I'm cold to the bone
in search of the warmth within me
I close my eyes to take my medication
still I shiver there between those tulips
stuck forever in yoga meditation
I wanna go back makin' love between tulips
can't go back to somethin' that's never been
so I go forward makin' love between tulips
and pray it's all real that my dreaming has seen
Wishing you all a great day!
P.S. : "Hmmm... Akamawa you should make this a song"
Akamawa : "Great idea Pepe Sapientíssimus!"
P.S. : "a blues would be the better option"
Akamawa : "Top, Pepe, I've just registered it! It's called 'Makin Love Between Tulips' © M.Akamawa, thank you"
P.S. : "Hmmm... you are welcome, my young friend."