My wingless angel, five black falling stars, eclipse your skin, cords of ink sew up your scars, my whitened devil, your hair and lightnings intertwine, dip-dye vines climbing up to the sky. You're a moonlighter with time to work your body, a four leaf clover traveller. My, my, my disarmed warrior of the 21st century, you fancy b**hing 'bout modern anxiety, my, my, my topless model, lover of the backlight shape, Polaroids and home-made videotapes. You're a moonlighter with time to work your body, a four leaf clover traveller, you're a thinker with time for everyone, a fate-seeker. Shut up! Maroon velvet shoes, sat down on the roof, skinny dipping in the backyard swimming-pool, your lies are made of truth, your love is bulletproof, you're bolder than the Moon when the morning looms.