ELISA Mr. Want I want to tear out half the pages, I want to create a different color I want to roll your thoughts and smoke 'em, I want to crush this bitter softness But Mr.Want is dead, he was sick for a long time I would have like to have known him, but he left to soon I want to bathe in the sea of rescue, I want to knit a sweater for the moon I want to steal your breath and sell it, I want to pour honey on the blade Soon, yeah.. soon, yeah... I want to escape this endless freedom, I want to laugh like summer lightining I want to ignore your best seduction, I want to love with all my hatred