Enough is enough no one stops the caterpillar
The weight of the world already too much to bear
You do it loud, mix it up with vanilla
The sound is the best I have heard for a million years

From the thunder that came
I was never the same
And I would stop to think of what to do
I was taking a leap
I was playing for keeps with you

The many touches on my skin
That’s lying between now and then
The many kisses on my chin
So severe
I can’t believe the state I’m in
I can’t believe what’s happening
We’ll never be this young again
Guinevere*

 [bad word] relief that makes room for my decision
To tighten the rope so that you never will forget
The music [bad word] from when playing with precision
The words are too rough I can't shake it from off my head

I was making a mess
For the better I guess
With a desire to be understood
There were people around
With the need to get down for good

The many touches on my skin
That’s lying between now and then
The many kisses on my chin
So severe
I can’t believe the state I’m in
I can’t believe what’s happening
We’ll never be this young again
Guinevere*

* Guinevere was the wife of King Arthur in old English folk stories, love symbol :)