There's rain on the line Between his ear and mine Lost in translation, bad patient I'm a terrier, a black sheep, half-relation He's French, a hack, white, Caucasian
We fuck in sadness, A cold frustration Then we're fine for a while, Our hearts adjacent
He types, I read And we clash on the keys He corrects, I direct the bones of the text But he's silent, Too ill, too fragile, too still And I'm violent and rash, Slow down for the crashTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
