About
Come home with me,
This quiet something.
They told me that the smille
is the natural state of people.
I can feel the pulse of pain in my feet,
I can smell to the closest planet.
I sell my shadow
For a handfull of drugs.
I search my nail
with the sense of thinking.
I knew from the begining
that you were a stone.
This quiet something come with me,
We will spent the night in my heart.
Bring me the spine of the wolves,
bring me the hunger.
Bring me a maid
used with crying.
