Van Gogh’s dilemma

Sometimes I can’t hear your heart tumbing,

or jumping with desire, or just melting with my kisses.

If there is a reason to love me,

keep the “tumb-tumb”, it’s for free.

But if you find a reason to stop it,

and fall out from a fantasy

full of redheads and vampires,

and creepy ladies and cherry lips,

I’ll stop the “tumb-tumb” for you.

I’ll get my left ear again, I know it for sure,

as you get that pretty smile,

as you live like you owe…

But please don’t tell me again,

stop telling me how, if you’re so gentle

the way you’re gonna die

'cause the heart that will stop the ”tumb-tumb”

could be mine…