Beyond the bell tower of my city
The mind games, the drunk quintessence
You grow everywhere I die
You're living where they forbade us
I love you violently...
Orchid, your fangs make me bleed
Like a fruit, like an oil tanker
In the morning you turn into a mirage
I can't hold you back
Orchid, your aroma reigns
On my fingers like a keepsake
Revive me for a moment
The crime of innocents
Beyond masterpieces and the golden ratio
Well beyond all that sparkles or burns
Your mere absence crackles
Like an invisible and cold fire
I love you violently...
Orchid, your fangs make me bleed
Like a fruit, like an oil tanker
In the morning you turn into a mirage
I can't hold you back
Orchid, your aroma reigns
On my fingers like a keepsake
Revive me for a moment
The crime of innocents
Revive me for a moment
The crime of innocents
Revive me for a moment
The crime of innocents
Many loners suffer and love each other
The city spills out from their crowded heads
They seek out hands under invisible tables
In a setting just as false as their claims that they're doing well
I know how to recognize them, and no doubt they do too
Effortlessly deciphering me without letting me know
That they don't despise me, but are aware of where I'm going
When I say that hope is the doubt that I hold
The crazy laugh persists, I was wrong to stifle
My hyena madness, my turtledove weeping
I'd be wrong to pray for everything to transform into her
By letting me down, everything seems closer