I'll close the feeling
in empty boxes,
those faded memories
in a fragment of fall.
Your candor
is slashing my dreams
wounding the flashing of the nocturnal light
that's getting farther away in a dream
enclosed in the dark.
Like a brief death
in hotel rooms,
like a brief death
in hotel rooms,
like a brief death
in hotel rooms
staring at your eyes, which keep getting bigger...
... even bigger.
Like a brief death
in hotel rooms,
like a brief death
in hotel rooms
staring at your eyes, which keep getting bigger...
... even bigger.