on a planet somewhere near, all the things i left behind each one asks for remembrance back into my mind come find me the children whose hands i've held, slipped away whose birthday was it, what was on your mind today? am i late? it's nine already?
i'd be crazy not to follow follow where you lead your eyes they turn me turn me into phantoms i follow to the edge of the earth and fall off yeah, everybody leaves if they get the chance and this... is my chance
I've got an idea that'll curdle your blood we're all going to vanish And be the sovereign Ghosts go wandering Slipping down through the space between us Colorless and shapeless, to you and to me Their touch - matchless, tasteless - Tears something loose inside us
may your feet be the lake, your head the sea, then bang your head wherever you please
exactly 75 turkish lira was what he owed me not one less not one more exactly 75 lira
