Tasting the tears That run down the gutter two teeth make Tears in route Running a groove in your cheek
Waterfalls leave smooth rocks When the river dries up You can determine where a river once was Just by examining rocks
Your face never forgets a cry Like trace remnants of acid in your spine
The erosion cries cause Make whiskers prematurely sprout in men And in women Homogenize complexion Diluting pigment Until the whole face is washed with a slight mascara tint
Your face never forgets a cry Like trace remnants of acid in your spine