You hear the silence
You don't hear the cadence
The silence is clouded glass
The silence is your song
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You hear the silence
You don't hear the cadence
The silence is clouded glass
The silence is your song
Berlin is just another name to drown
Autumn turned its head again
Fair Persephone,
I go through the stars
To marry the night
Like charcoals before the tundra
If only tab water is fine enough to cover the sea glass
Should Orfeo morph into a carp or a koi?
And I painted you a pale white silhouette
So I can get a feel of the lines and phases
I'm feeling a lot better now
Even your signature has forged you
Even your signature perfume
Has stopped reproducing tiny perfumes
You are your own miniature
In this labyrinth of impeccable world
In another season I'm your
three season bug
You would bring the winter in me
You would bring the winter to me
Those wings you give me
Are architectural wings
To capture is to recapture
I have made a raft for you
Freya, no comme ci, comme ça
All your holy chicken turned to holy ghosts
In spring you will return to me, just like the fable didn't say
Step back into the rain
The glass is been used
We've all been used
After or before
Over the shifting sands
You found your mirage
Half dead in the dead sea
In your horizon the stars collide
Mirren, I'm looking at your hotel room window
From the fish eyes birds eyes view
I'm missing the missing limb
Somewhere in the imparted horizon
Le miroir inflammable
La cruelle agonie
À chaque chose sa serre
Soudain, le monde entier est vert
In time you will tell your story
You will tell your story with time
Only you are once again low on time
Maybe this time you won't stain your linen shirt
I painted it white is white a colour?
It was the labyrinth we made
In this impetuous world
Capture capture in her dream
For all of your songs
I am your violin
The other chamber makes chamber music
The luminosity of nightfall
The habituated time
To get through the inhabited time
Who was experiencing very slow decay
Who was turning into a laurel tree
And every dusk is a mirror
Shall we shatter into the night?
Shall we stutter into the night?
Dusk covers our skins
It's a skin disease
We used to have everything
Now we are just used
So used to the past