the words were wasps
and the streets were like dunes
and I'm expecting your arrival...
in a coffin I guard your touch,
a crown,
with your hair tangled
wishing to find an
infinite rainbow
my hands that are still bones
and your belly that tastes like bread
the cathedral is your body...
you were summer and a thousand
torments, me the lion
who smiles at the walls
which I've repainted in the same
colour
(chorus:)
I can't distinguish between kisses
and putting down roots
I can't distinguish between the
complex and the simple
and you are now on my list of
promises to forget
everything burns if you use the right
spark
the fire that was sometimes your
own, but the ashes were always
another's
white sperm sliding through the
spine
we are already much older and more
honest, but so what?
if we look upon the lagoon that is
call eternal absence
(chorus)