I feel your lips/ Walking the street of my face(wrinkles of the tears!)
On it you can see the mark: " one way". Do you understand?
You venerate me too soon/therefore you have the time, watching the clock/to hang on your lips.
So on- my dream is singing our song in rain;your song is fervour/but my ears are too shy to listen to your heart excited by the low:" all or nothing."