You know I'm not the type
That turns back halfway
Yes, but I smile
When I see your things again
On the bedside table
And yes, I know it's late now
But I felt alive again
And you, you
You who get lost in a black hole
And me, me, me who follows you

Again give me the darkness, the fire, the panic
A strong punch, I want a bruise
I stay silent while they laugh
They will write books about us

I know how you are
We are hailing down
A bit of me, a bit of you
Above the whole world
Now that you hold me like a knot
Keep me away because tonight I explode
Now that you touch me
Like flights
Like the words above the songs

Every true moment
Stays attached like smog on a black monument
To the memory of a war that is not important
But I smell your perfume again if I open the shutters
I will start from zero and you, you
Who told your thousand stories
And me, me
Who believed in them

Again give me the darkness, the fire, the panic
A strong punch, I want a bruise
I stay silent while they laugh
They will write books about us

I know how you are
We are hailing down
A bit of me, a bit of you
Above the whole world
Now that you hold me like a knot
Keep me away because tonight I explode
Now that you touch me
Like flights
Like the words above the songs

Poetry is made in beds
In the streets with knives
Poetry doesn't know to be
Or depend on the rest
A fruit falls between the feet
The sky mixes with the ocean
Gravity is like love
It doesn't care about you

I know how you are
We are hailing down
A bit of me, a bit of you
Above the whole world
Now that you hold me like a knot
Keep me away because tonight I explode
Now that you touch me
Like flights
Like the words above the songs

Like the words above the songs
Like the words

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