Vía Láctea

I carry your voice in my voice
Engraved with spray paint
Your ghost kiss stuck on my lower lip
And the map of your nakedness

I carry the prism of your eyes
In my astronaut helmet
And the shy dawn of your cells

And every night under the Milky Way
Seems eternal if you're not here
And every night from my window
I conjure your immortal name

And sometimes my skin cries
When it gets misty with longing
My mind swells with so many memories
That I can't sleep anymore

And on the carpet of your dreams
I am the wandering ray
It faints and suffers
But it doesn't go out

And every night under the Milky Way
Seems eternal if you're not here
And every night from my window
I conjure your immortal name

I carry the prism of your eyes
In my astronaut helmet
And the shy dawn of your cells

Milky Way, Milky Way, Milky Way
If you're not here

Milky Way, Galaxy, Milky Way
If you're not here

And I know I'll find you again