Shapes in the drink like christ
Cracks in the pale blue wall
I'm walking slowly and quickly but
Twisting twisting to the floor
Flowers in your mouth and the same dry
Song the routine from laughter land
16 white legs and a row of teeth
Your dying for the hope is gone
From here we go nowhere again
I'm trapped in my face and i'm changing
I can't climb out the way i fell in
For that old forgotten dance
The midnight sun will burn you up
Your life's too much for words
These occasions are such a relief
Another point another view to send
The stain reveals my real intention
Back to the body in my bed