In the mystery of another night,
while they think and breathe...
The intimacy of strangers,
deceivers being deceived,
and lips transpire danger,
and hips inspire me.
I call you from the murkiness,
where i'm stirred by the sticky dirt.
I call you and i call you,
and that hurts.
I love you,
and the singing, swaying mass of the unaware lurch home without a care in the world.
In the long time it seems
before life becomes hard to believe,
eyes collide with sickening feeling
and she forgets to remember me.
Through windows that glow with passing lights
i search for futher inspiration in my life,
but as another night passes by quietly,
i'm shattered by the reverberation of reality...
Come back to me.
Come back to me. | 
