True believers

True Believers

I want to lay down under the moonlight, under the stars, close my eyes and fall asleep to the sound of circling planets.
Only Mars and Venus see my secret tattoos, naked under the sheets of passion.

When you in the early morning lift me up and take me to higher altitudes, I´ll put on the warmer dress for rumbling around and paint the town red.

On the evening I put on the crown for the last of true believers.