How many times
Does it take to say, goodbye?
How many moves
Has the mistress, of disguise?
And if a cyclone rules my heart
Deceit is sure to loot the past

How many times
For every single day?
We're lost in the sea
Solely left to pray
And if she ever could control
I'm swimming in the green and gold
I am

It's a pagan lust
I'm your brown cocoa
Silver glistens, as the palm trees
Whisper your name
Your hand in my heart
Beat until there is no time
Just space

How many times
Does it take?
How many moves
Does she make?
And if that cyclone rules my heart

Let it all just drift away
Just left this ceaseless life
And tell me what to say
And it seems that I will never get it right
And it's all because the mistress of disguise