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The weight of days on me

The corn is burning under my feet

The words like circles

And I’m waiting for someone to catch my fall

In the deepest void of all

Haven’t seen you in weeks

No clouds in the sky to rain me a drop

Loving touch I need!

And I am killing time by the lake

Diving off the cliff, many times

Scarring myself, colliding on the lake bed so dry

The world’s without virginity

And souls have no integrity

The word of grave old danger: Love!

It’s all I’m after, I am done

The ground’s not shaking under my feet

The world’s not turning anymore

Wind is a thief, lonelier than me!

And it does not want me in here

Plant a flower of love

Care for it, water it

Lounge in the shade of the stale champagne

Take a look at a flower!

So fatal, yet beautiful

Showed the bee where to fly and then let it die

The world’s without virginity

and souls have no integrity

The word of grave old danger: Love!

It’s all I’m after, I am done

Bring me to recovery

Give it to me

I’m after tranquility

I somehow lost my line of sight

Before I cast the final die

Once planted plastic grapes!

The harvest of a lifetime: real bad wine!

The sum of false virginity

And my lost integrity

The word of grave old danger: Love!

For you I’m after, I am done

The world’s without virginity

A souls with no integrity

The word of grave old danger: Love!

Bring me to recovery (oh...)

Give it to me

I’m after tranquility

I somehow lost my line of sight

Before I cast the final die

Once planted plastic grapes!

The harvest of a lifetime: real bad wine!

The ground is shaking under my feet

The world is turning

And the wind has a friend in misery!

But I know she only loves me!