When the pa**ing means something
Inside the letters of the silent news
You'll understand that your dreams're scanty
You'll be relaxed, you'll touch
You'll make it sure
There's another side
Behind the gates of consummation
If the faults are walled in
The sense of fear increasing
Your legs go the wrong way
Without the pretension of changing
And you get bored 'cause of every smile
Because you can't see anything behind
Every day you pay the fee for the lessons
Of the similar weekdays
You claim to get something or somebody
Who needs you
To play together
With the other's tolerance
What's your claim?
What can you give or offer?
The wheel turns round in your hands
Your desire wobbles on its edge
Our age is getting greenish grey
Sometimes this picture disperses or gathers
Together
Black and white dizziness
Relax into this enervated day
You start, you arrive
Why don't you look around?
You feel the chill, only...
The warmth fades away...