At home I am within you - let free! Where I belong to I don't know Warm breasts and cheeks Give glee in cold winter snow. Eyes closed, only us and the hunger Nights endless, again another.
little clown stand still a standstill the time is called undone dragged away from sleep you wait in all the darks of the rooms i look back and when i don't look back
sunlight sneaking through the curtains on this warm summer nothing wearing your old worn out shirt my breast are free to go looking through the holes it's like being a generation younger
speak softly so i can lean on see raspberries come out of chimneys colouring the sky red with fury, with old unknown wisdom the answer is here not written on the ceiling