Golden Apes - Travelling Strangers lyrics

Not more than two words and every language runs out of it's logic, runs away... Not more than two eyes and I am following..I run out of my logic, I run away... So come with me into my arms... Let's return back at your home... Your hands in my eyes, honey upon my tongue... I have never died this way before... If I only could be imune from this kind of gladness, but I love this pain, I love you my disease... Travelling in my veins... We are travelling strangers, we're strangers in ourselves... We are travelling strangers, we're strangers on the run...