Walking down the street
conjuring up a tune
faster than atom's split
I draw my needed rune

One to free me from her spell
I must be quick
so no one could tell
that now I'm weak

my shileds are down
I've let her in
her eyes bright brown
refreshing as cold tin

although I float
as if she is a boat
One to sail me without a plea
through this passionate sea
One to set me free.