Your two hands white fish in a bowl strange to touch and hard to hold
my two eyes are a bitten dog's wild in alarm dark and soft
in the back streets I held back the hair of a retching friend for the residents there
then on your birthday I took vinegar and bread watching you eat from the smoke filled stairs
what have I become? say it to me
on an ordinary night as the row boats sleep slowly on discreet, connecting wires as a flooding of the light am I hard to navigate? is it strange to find?
what have I become? say it to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.