Read Me

I've been buried on every cemetery,

I've lived under all the stars,

The water knows me,

Rocks and trees carry my smell. 

Yet, when it comes to love...

I'm just as afraid as my first birth.

One day in May, or maybe June...
...
ah, yes!
One day, the Camelot, by fate, will sit you next to me.
We'll feel the moment, you'll probe at it and ask me for a ride.
My lot's been played so many times...
...
I hope it's to the ocean, the ride.