one week have passed, my weary widow
- perfume for the harbour-boat
relieve me from your neck of marble
release me when your limbs afloat
follow yours and catch the diamonds
before all hell reveals to thee
i cannot strive for understanding
as there is nothing more for me
i will never feel one moments sadness
for the days we never shared
as i have left the grip of changes
with you, my everlasting madness |