Frank Sinatra – Drinking Water (MP3)

Will I wither and fade or bloom to the sky?

I know, you'll be keen on to see me suffering, but now I can’t resist anymore, my thirst don’t act like anything you know, it’s relentless, always alike, anything I drunk intensify it rather than soothe it, and the idea of a clean and cold glass of water becomes a excitement which would be a dreadful nightmare. My thirst makes my lips bleed of a red tide that leached my chest, drop on my belly until my thigh, from where it fell in large drops on the stalls.

As I said before, what is the most unfortunate risk? Pretend to be greedy thirst, or appear to don’t find its excellent taste of wine?

Don’t want to die of thirst, alone. I prefer to drown in the ocean that you fill in with droplets of your desire, droplets of your love, droplets of your affection and droplets of your tenderness.