It's almost night, where are you going to be?
Grow your voice within me
I sit on the floor and free my weight
I'm looking for those who aren't there
But I don't have a heart anymore
It's pure bore bore, unclean honey
Even the moon strays up there
Only what will bloom dies
Again when it's spring
And I drink the love in which I drown
And it lives only what will flourish
You are dream, pure body that does not weigh