You know you want to. Look at me: I want to. Look at everyone else: they want to. You want to. Stay.
Masigo jookja!
Do you know what happens to yesterdays? Do they turn into tomorrows? Who cares, your glass is empty.
Masigo jookja!
I’m seeing lots of purple and strawberry colours. Is this bad? Please tell me it’s okay. You’re all purple. I’m purple.
Masigo jookja!
I want to dance but my feet are unwilling and there’s no one to dance with. You know you want to. Shall we?
Masigo jookja!
Is this eternity? Your smile? Our crazy dance? Is this what keeps people up all night, long after they should be at home in bed?
Masigo jookja!
Look at me: are people born for each other, or just for themselves? Why do we have to die anyway? Perhaps you know.
Masigo jookja!
Let’s meet up again, in a sojubang, a nightclub or even on the street. I’ll recognise you and we’ll do it all over again. You know you want to.
Live.
