Not in the towns of the sun
where people chatter and constellate...

He wasn't a happy person
nor was I...

I took my steps back,
and ran out of your life...

I had your eyes hunting
every place I ran to...

I slip out of my shredded skin
in seek of a colorless roof...

You can keep trying on and on,
but your misery just won't help...

I'm sleeping for this chance
though I am afraid of...

Interfering into harmony and thinking
of a script to write...

Paranoid verses
trembling nude in my pocket...

You plunge me into storms
that I cannot weather...

How beautifully buildings collapse.
How deep their voices are as they die...

From the recurring sun
that shuns my distress...