I speak in tapes, Mara in new rec
In the aftermath of what I asked
How many slaps I would give myself
When I realize that I think about you too much
And if in decibel beats I say it's the end
I turn your eyes in compasses, yes, a roulette wheel
If I looked at you, I would mark a border
Of beautiful things between unstable lines
Of how they are, imagine a room
Which then empty and cold opens up Antarctica
Of love I feel only frost and that's it
The needle on the scale marks what to do with it
Embarrassment I chose as an escape
Among those who run away, I prefer to leave
But who knows how long all this lasts?
We are closed souls with stuck thorns
How much do I trust a gesture?
What do I do to myself to make it
I'm better at night when you're here
And they leave the bitter taste and I say what it does
And I laugh at things and unexpected events
And I wonder, yes, it often happens
I'm better at night when you're here
I'm better at night when you're here
And the cold that I have seems to be part of many small ones
My parts that I hate and burn in the sun, make crumbs
Tell me what we find in the world, whether to bind or divide?
Then everything is incomprehensible among thousands of ideas
And it goes up and down, magically appears
Like a noise from a heel beats
I don't pretend to die in the cold
I undo the belt to breathe, who knows
How much did it cost to suffer less?
As a support to make us a statue
I am the daughter of a world that cries on the ground
Yes, he clenches his fists and despairs while
How much do I trust a gesture?
What do I do to myself to make it
I'm better at night when you're here
And they leave the bitter taste and I say what it does
And I laugh at things and unexpected events
And I wonder, yes, it often happens
I'm better at night when you're here
I'm better at night when you're here