European Dream

European Dream

Europe's body's smell

Is yours.

I travel all around.

I float through Bruges; I swig through Brussels.

But just like, in Amsterdam, they infused the food with lavender;

So my days and my trip are infused by you.

And when I see a smile I think of you

And the whole of Holland smells like you

And when I'm sad sometimes I sink like you

And, in the morning, when I wake up,

I've dreamed of

You.

You really are my

European dream.