winter morning took me by surprise in this lonely bed
in the middle of the empty station hall
with drafts through broken panes

there is no love, no love anywhere

I wonder why that yearning makes its nest
in the skyin of the arm
it cowers in the place of lack of touch
itching every hour

and I hate that hand that doesn't touch me
and these legs that don'y open for me
these sparkling beings, they're mortally ill
they crumble in a blink
we're waiting for a falling star
when it comes down we are already asleep

sleep smells like love
sleep smells like love

you know she never loved you
maybe you like to be unloved,
'cause love is a dangerous pet
will eat you whole,
leaving only bones for dinner so beware

been looking round and I found shit
and shit is what I need
so should be fond of what I found
so take a gun
or take a midgnight clubbing ride

what have you got
was there some love?

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