brand new years eve

I don’t wanna know
what star sign your moon faces
I don’t wanna be
part of your working days
I just wanna you to see
the sun rising on me
on a special
Sunday morning

cause, babe,
I wanna be
Your brand new
years eve

No, babe, I don’t wanna be
your morning alarm
I don’t wanna be
your yawn and your easy
warm lap
I don’t wanna be
on your bed
near to your dead hands

Cause, babe,
I just wanna be
Your brand new
years eve

You are the feather tickling
my feet
The needle
piercing
my routine bubble
The unbeat of my heartbeat

And all I wanna for you and me
is only this