I must learn to play the violin All through my darkest grin, I must learn to recognize the grace All within my dog's embrace.
I must write on something odd Like my mum's smile in her diary log, I must touch all flower's petals Like my lover's skin which gracefully unsettles. I must offer trusting echoes Desires clouded in their misty fragrance, I must overlook my senseless thoughts and struggle Whenever life takes aim and shoots point blank her daily fable. And when all this noise is vacuumed by the moment Then I must hold it in whilst share it's natural endowment.
Après nous le déluge With your tail between your legs Without looking back.