Vanilla

Vanilla
 First time I met you in America
 You showed me the way to your lonely Mars
 Where I tumbled down, where I fall apart
 Would you let me call your name, Vanilla?
 Later you moved to Venezuela
 Morphing to flowers blossom in the park
 I begged the sun for
 Keeping you unharmed
 Would you let me climb on your stems
 And pick up all your gems?
 I'll seed it in the sand
 Could be November, you'll understand
 Next time we meet won't be too long await
 Vanilla
 Are you flying alone to Florida?
 Storms on the radar
 It's raining hard tonight
 I'll be the shelter in your abandoned yard
 It's the last time I call your name, Vanilla
 I was the pilot of the shooting star
 I've been to places
 Now on your lonely Mars
 Weaving villa in the dark