In the empty room there's no door
and tracks of teeth on the fingers
the lamp is lighting yellow signs
boring words
and porous words
The food is good for me and you
milk in the glass and a cookie on the lips
wake me up, wake me up
In the empty room someones's stuff
and a dirty love in stains
In the afternoon a warm scent shines
the scent of boredom and boring words
The food is good for me and you
milk in the glass and a cookie on the lips
wake me up, wake me up
kiss me, kiss me