will your mouth spare a table talk with me will you go for a water walk with me when my blood will be running through my nose are you there with a little piece of cloth
rock and all, are the places to die for i'm so small never noticed you before i'm so smart never had any idea how in love i am with you, oh my dear.
i've got nothing left and i've got nothing right the only thing i've got to do is holding you tight like before the fall although it is the end of spring just like against the wall on which i scratch "i love you" with my deadly sting.