Your euthanastic inclinations increase my request
And raise it upon the last reliefable level
Your euthanastic inclinations are embedded in white calla
And change death into a drunken end

The look back will compress the giddyness
With you in a mistof reminiscences
Cause it touches the hearth more intensly
Than anything else was be
Days grasp in days, years grasp in years
Time is elapsing, fading, get scrace!