| O will I be faithfull to you
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| And never to separate, now you have found me
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| Or will I, regardless, be true to how you
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| Think that I am and know that I should be
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| I watch things painted on public walls, now
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| But I see other things as well, behind
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| But right fuck in front of my spirit is how
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| The real road’s laid out in a line
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| I see it lit up, headlights and lightening
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| While your eyes are fixed on the dark of the car
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| I no longer cry, I don’t find it frightening
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| But wound up and bound up, so near where you are
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| For how can it be, to be so much with you
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| When there are those that totally laugh at me
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| I pray so often that some fluid will pass through
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| While I slowly strengthen my vocabulary
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| It isn’t an urge, it is more like a duty
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| To begin to explore again things of the world
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| To resaturate skin with injections of beauty
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| And to mess with, undress with some jewel
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| And I think you will not notice, do you
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| As I am only wind and weather, only to you |