triturate the bones and decorate your home
hope you come over tonight
all this mess outside
a chess game in the park
a mature licentious to try
in summersun i calcinate
without your touch over my face
i have with you no charity
i decompose in clarity
you are my little star
and i dream of you
and i dream of you
bubbles on your hands like urgency to plan
infinite variables of virtuality
May is all that´s left
celebrate the grass
and over and over like leaves
if the sky´s not blue
did i lock the door?
all over me
can´t see the floor
wipping out
to amplify
fragility
a cotton child
and i sing to you
and i feel so good
we lay down
and we dance
under a treewe lay downtogether