Not in the towns of the sun
where people chatter and constellate...
He wasn't a happy person
nor was I...
I took my steps back,
and ran out of your life...
I had your eyes hunting
every place I ran to...
I slip out of my shredded skin
in seek of a colorless roof...
You can keep trying on and on,
but your misery just won't help...
I'm sleeping for this chance
though I am afraid of...
Interfering into harmony and thinking
of a script to write...
Paranoid verses
trembling nude in my pocket...
You plunge me into storms
that I cannot weather...
How beautifully buildings collapse.
How deep their voices are as they die...
From the recurring sun
that shuns my distress...