Her time began smoking lust a grave Through the air hovered in four colours Desole, I remember five Trying to fly, swearing at the sun Melt tricks into your fairytales Discover your tongue, run red engine run With grand piano hands Mirrored Tiny and light Gold camera Powder surprise Jaw bursting Under the sky I taste it You lay awake to write down The light Death, would curse your birth For sleep sounds Trying to fly Through birth gates Just for the night Remain nameless Full of surprise I taste it Slack weight Scrape it up Hisblessed eyes smashed O so many fools are born with money in their hands Roll up a snowman dressed in skin Mask off Tiny and light Gold birth gates And you and I Remain nameless Trying to fly I taste it