It’s the fault of the coin
I do not bet
I only barter
And still I lose
Myself in your charms
No thing lasts, every thing is
Replaceable
But the look in your eyes
And this song, again and again
I talked
Myself out of the deal
Can only imagine that she is beautiful
Skin on skin
I do not dare to come closer
You look me up
In a random telephone book
And walk into my neighbourhood
Was that an ego thing or did you
Truly want to stand there
In your hair the morning sun
I wished you would crash into that wall
To make things less numb
To feel the world undone
You
Bewildered and loved
Every fucking
Single day through
