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