I wake again I keep your cheeks’ smile I smoke, while dubbing a mute film Your naked feet I adore for a mile, Were covered with grass, violets and loam
The noise of your breath forbid my hearing A beggar bought my irises
I yell to stay with scalding rain But sun wipes off my wet outline Your glassy skin my main retains Your fancy box is empty I’m disillused again
Surrender to yourself for a cup of tea Surrender do I mean I’m happy Surrender to yourself, cause want you see The hand that goes to the end