dedicated to Milan Kundera lyrics dreamt about you just the other day, my id wasn't convinced you'd gone away. I quarrelled with your demons in my restless mind, things I thought I had long left behind.
poetic memory, forever haunting me.
dreamt about you for the hundredth time, now is it lust or a prophetic sign? You keep on taking away all my precious days, headlong to my lowly, wasteful fate.