SAUL GOOD - Soma

I can’t cut you off, you’re a Mobius strip

The night gets more distant as it keeps going

When you leisurely brush by me

Your gaze remains like an afterimage

Even if you hide your heart, I see it

You’re after the same thing as me

Led by instinct

To connect with each other more deeply

Before the rhythm of this night starts dragging

When you approach me

Your eyes look busy

Good good, good good

Your breath looks a bit short

My hunch is good good, good good