We stank of hair dye and ammonia We sealed ourselves away from view You were looking at the void and seldom blinking The best that I could do was to train my eyes on you We scaled the hidden hills beneath the surface Scraped our fingers bloody on the stones And built a little house that we could live in Out of Dinu Lipatti's bones We kept our friends at bay all summer long
Treated the days as if they'd k** us if they could Wringing out the hours like blood-drenched bedsheets To keep wintertime at bay, but December showed up anyway There was no money; it was money that you wanted I went downtown, sold off most of what I owned And we raised a tower to broadcast all our dark dreams From Dinu Lipatti's bones