Testo Travelling Strangers

Not more than two words and very language runs out of it´s logic, runs away...Not more than two eyes and I am following,I run out of my logic, I run away...So come with me into my arms !...Let´s return, back at your home !...Your hands in my eyes, honey upon my tongue...I have never died this way before...If I only could be immune from this kind of gladness, But I love this pain, I love you, my disease...travelling in my veins...WE ARE TRAVELLING STRANGERS...WE´RE STARNGERS IN OURSELVES...WE ARE TRAVELLING STRANGERS...WE´RE STRANGERS ON THE RUN...