. every b o n e in your fingers whispering about the hidden p o w e r of your hands .

. when the g r e e n wave swallows me I feel it in my bones .

. sometimes I catch a glimpse of her t r a pp e d in the eye of the mirror .

. sometimes I dont even know where& who I am .

. when the m u s i c stops we shall still d a n c e .

. sometimes, the street is the only place where we meet ourselves as l o v e r s .

. is it deja vu or or I'm just dreaming it all.