If you feel the breeze
Underneath your naked skin...

The World War has ended
But deep within me...

I touched you
It bleed my skin...

Encore! Encore!
There was shouting...

Its lucid
The fluid...

Where can you exactly be at this very time?
When I got bruised...

I cant take
The precise measurements...

Ive knocked at your doorsteps
and waited that youd open...

She heard me
And covered her ears...

Why am I this sober?
This wine...

My tears are hideous
Im not authorized...

I felt your coldness,
I reached out...