A lonely lover lays upon the river seine
‘its so empty here, without a somebody to blame’
And the dark ladies in their lipstick listen to their cigarette,
but im here still alone, don’t forget.
Perhaps the skys are lying to the world
And im really not really here
And the Eiffel tower is just
An unfinished game of chess the gods played in Paris.
and as i sat there swallowing the colours on the wall
not knowing how to swear at all
forgotten how to talk
my dreams they lead my walk
sniffed the pens to take me west
sink below my stiffened vest.
their whispers sat above me
as clouds knelt besides me.
didnt move
shouldnt have to proove
not a thing.
