Though the soul must convey
Some more tears to delete
He is there to your death

Burning as alcohol

Must so live, flower of love

So's the key in staged
Dialectics


Sneaking out, suitcase shown
Lover must have a man
To quiz of making man

This joy, pain on her heart

Smooth things frame till sugared

Midnight he'll sing blue
Cuz he's silly


What woman can sing
Without loving the primitive heart


Heart, heart
Loving the primitive heart
Strai n, strain

Clouding yourself by seeing strain