Will I one day have the guts
To return to battle?
There's still blood
Under my nails, I think
That I need a lot more time
To forget someone like you
Washing, even scrubbing
The traces of blood does not get rid of it
Why do we always have to suffer
Is what dying is like?
I had heard your fingers snapping
And of course I had crawled right back to you
I was always on guard
When you looked at my body
I have this hickey stuck to my neck
Like a trace of remorse
But to think about something else
Maybe I should break my arm
I know that love killed more people
Than a whole century of cholera
I saw the death of thousands
Today, it falls to me
Thanks for being gentle
In saying you didn't love me
I found it truly charming
The compassion that escorted your voice
Crime is always more elegant
When the assassin is very skilled
And you walk away, and you walk away
And I do nothing
It's rare that one wins
By being stupid
I would have to run to you after
Throwing myself to your feet
There's no more love or pride
Love has killed me
I'm not going to throw myself at your heels,
All the reproaches of the earth
The place is silent, my sweetheart
So there's no noise in my cemetery
Yes, I would have to hold onto you
With what I didn't have
With diamonds or megaliths
You see, I'd say anything
Just to go a little farther away
To fall a little higher
I lost you like an idiot
As I said before
And behind the glass
I watch all of our plans
Losing blood by the liter
Agonising in their incubators
The white of nurses
Has never excited me
They can mix up names
Besides, babies are ugly