All the letters I wrote him All the letters come back from time to time All the things that he wrote me Were thought as forever mine And the heaven in sight Was already broken And the world - how could it still go round? I have fallen before him: "Oh tell me why I lie here and I'm still alive?"
I like to see your contradictions in my owns How can I drive you out of fiction?
He said his damn father Was a clock master, was a violent man Isn't that enough chance To show me the real life? I'm the preferable one Darling, wherever you may go All the coldest winds will press you down You're gonna fight your corner Do it right, keep saying "I'm not foul"
I love to see your contradictions in my owns How can I drive you out of fiction?