windswept life force through my face
one, two, three full of grace
horns on cars deliver noise
I'll bet a hundred we're all decoys
as the crippled year takes its toll
on every pedestal shading me
I ask for your needs, taken by the bed
we feel we can live forever
that's how light flows'n'disrobes horizons
I always walked the obvious line
every time more lost in the very best decay
never feeling pain, only catching cold
by your side, windows looking out
on an ocean as vast as my hunger
for your territory ripened under coal
swaying eyes are more inclined
to look foward through disguise
a tempest or a fever rush
buttonned and snapped into shape