There is blood on my tongue,
from where you bit my lip...

There are flowers in the vase.
Rare, black roses...

Night is over my head
the stars twinkle and wink at me...

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God...

I wonder what I'm doing here.
Here, in this house by myself...

What is this?
This dream of a dark face...

Don't you touch me anymore!
No, don't touch me, I said...

Like fire in the water,
or like the cuts in your mind...

Look at you, sitting there, on the floor.
You're unwashed, and your clothes are filthy...

There are birds at my window. They want to come...
I want to go with them. I do want to go with them...

I'm so in love with you.
You are my heart...

I'm here, love, right here,
at your bedside...