Yes, I can't deny the worn-out and truthful If it's picturesque Though it’s just a saying… Not useful
Resolve that great chain of aging and fierce hours So soon it becomes annoying to us
Yes between her thighs it was nothing I don't know if she even lives but you... And I never was in need of touch Unless it would come through my heart's shape Not like they who say it in today's fashion
Now you know what's going on with me Trying to steal the light
And in the evenings a slight chill in the air I'm still here breathing Feeling so much better than I was last year With a curtain of smoke And in the evenings a slight chill in the air The welkin not on my mind, Nor anything it covers