What can you trust
You can trust the open eyes
Looking out from

The bodies blutter (?) skies,
Autumn colors
Lined (?) in me from up above

Would be fire
If we were making love


Where is that body
That zeros in avant-garde (?)
Total surrender

Like a junkie unharmed (?)
I've seen beauty
From the belly on um (?)

Tell me something
Anything
You can hear inside a song


Goodnight
Palace of pleasure

Good morning blues
I guess we'll never know
The dream is over

Go back to sleep again

Who needs thinking

When the drinks are on the house
Evaporating
All the time I was in doubt

I've been sleeping
With a better girl than you
Loved her stories

All the photographs
Its true


Goodnight
Palace of pleasure
Good morning blues

I guess we'll never know
What could've been
The dream is over

Go back to sleep again

The dream is over

Go back to sleep again