Here I can smell the rain And the city underneath 4 a.m. It makes no difference to me It's all below my feet If desire was a reasonable friend I would be imaging this But Saturday has left a vaccum up here I'm just glad I lfet I tried to adjust to it The violence had me erected but none the less cold Walking up the stairway eleven floors into the appartement And well inside another world... However deep your empathy goes It's hard to get carried away By drunken confessions I feel a strange relief knowing I have ruined everything....