Letras
How am I supposed to feel?
Am I young or old? Am I here?
A thin ghost
Over the hill
Moist-skinned salamander
Waiting on the bank of my river
Half-dried
Half-poisoned
Uh-uh uh-uh uuuh-uh-uh
The golden boy, our saviour, is constantly late
Condolences to those
Who will not make it
Do you know how beautiful you are?
And now the outtake is me
The sunlight seems to come from the past
And I put it in my mouth