We tear love out by its roots Replant it in a hundred distant gardens "The love is dead, long live the love" And we have no gods, no partners
The leaves grow pale and weak The flowers bloom too soon
I let them fall all around me, falling for me I blush unseen and see them falling remotely
We live the myth, self-sufficient, brave and confident Mock-courage is our favorite currency Demanding all the signifiers, calling happiness to us But without tenderness all this power is meaningless
The roots had rotted Before they could spread
I let them fall all around me, falling for me I blush unseen and watch them falling remotely In this snowstorm I don't know which arms I miss around me With only words to tie us, intangible and tenuous (Trivial)