A chill wind scatters the morning mist I'm alone, listening the boiling world Toothless smiles and dark thoughts A booked flight to the ozone hole.
The silence bites my ass, rapes and kills me In that quit empty space I enjoy dancing with the ghosts Chased by the light of a swift and hungry day
Remember when the pigeons fountained into the air When u looked at me, bittersweet fairy-tale There was a fire in me heart and u did fan it, Janet Leaping with that scary laugh.
What have I got except nothing? A dash - one or two inches long Between a date a birth and a date of death On my untidy gravestone.