I see her through a train-window
On the central station of Stockholm
She tries to hide her face behind a curtain
I decide to follow her forever
I see her almost naked body
Swimming in the water of a Southern paradise
Water is embracing her body
I wish I could kiss her salty skin
I see her watching strange billboards
In the middle of crazed Tokyo
Her eyes are wide and mesmerized
I see the godess within
I see her cuddling lion cubs
In the heated Kenya
She has the sweetest of all smiles
I feel oddly cold and foreign
I see her drinking tea in a caf�
High up on the hill of Montmarte
She has a shawl stylishly around her throat
My fingers twitch to strangle her with it
I see her among the doves
On the famous piazza of Venice
She wears a mask on her face
I want to remove it and wipe away the tears
I see her in the latest Gucci shoes
Lying in a crowd on Manhattan
She has dust all over her body
I wish to rewind and undo