It's been days, I can't live like this...
This feeling is more than I could ask for...

I was like a chocolate box under your desk;
Hidden for everyone else, except for you...

You know that little thing
in that little thing...

I dreamt to be...
but it was just a dream...

Jesus Christ,
You are like the sun rising amongst the mountains...

Should I say it?
Should I...

Like leaves in oaks, I'll learn to fall
from branches short or from to tall...

A constant poetical struggle
is to stroll through barren, forsaken stations...

In the meadows, winds call your name;
listen to them clearly as trees rustle their...

Ah dirty lamp, I found you on the ground
At the city of gold...

Grant me another place to fall
other than these stacks of needles...

I'm letting go of the helium tank.
Out of this gas, I call love...