I want to visit New York in autumn
and breathe the falling leaves
through the rush and the spin,
As I do want to hug
all those sweet, unknown creatures of you
from the low top to the high bottom
swimming across under my skin,
I want to stray through the catacombs of Paris
And dance with you the dance of love
under the lonely Brandemburg gates
in the soul of Berlin,
To get lost in the trails of our unborn kiss
and fall as mortals do
in greatness, decadence, betrayal and sin,
I want to visit New York in autumn
and kiss your lips under the falling leaves
down in Central Park's alleys of green,
As the photons of light will hide our dark dread fears
of not understanding what this world means...