| [01:13.426] |
You don't even have a hearing |
| [01:19.495] |
But I tell you just in case anyway |
| [01:27.126] |
If I leave this place and you are left here |
| [01:34.505] |
Always stay chimerical |
| [01:41.707] |
lt's not just the winters that cause frost |
| [01:48.927] |
Or gloomy blurry autumns that make you lost |
| [01:56.187] |
My womb is not as gloomy as this bed |
| [02:03.435] |
lt's more like a tomb when you're on earth |
| [02:39.094] |
The good ones make no child |
| [02:46.736] |
The good ones make no child |
| [02:53.733] |
The good ones make no child |
| [03:01.243] |
The good ones make no child |
| [03:09.859] |
You don't even have the force of seeing |
| [03:15.963] |
But I show just in case anyway |
| [03:23.392] |
Without fantasy you'll go down the drain |
| [03:30.747] |
Always stay utopian |
| [03:37.517] |
And I wish you hot summers of excess |
| [03:45.007] |
And irrational springtime fondness |
| [03:52.428] |
Until then make my womb your favorite bed |
| [03:59.809] |
I can't handle the thought that you'll get hurt |
