Dear Aphrodite

symptoms of the modern love
unfolds each hazy night
and Bowies thoughts are no longer potent,
but that's alright

if shame is an artefact
and chastity a plague
let's pretend there are no limits to desire
and toe the line

dear Aphrodite,
touching you just makes the time pass
dear Aphrodite,
touching you just makes the time pass
love is entropy

young blood and ancient bonds
are quite soon ripe to reap
through revealing revolutions our millennium
seem so bleak

a process in the weather of the heart
speeds up the time
let's try consolation, then some isolation
who is next?

dear Aphrodite,
touching you just makes the time pass
dear Aphrodite,
touching you just makes the time pass
love is entropy
dear Aphrodite,
touching you just makes the time pass
love is entropy
dear Aphrodite,
touching you just makes the time pass
love is entropy