to the party in sad fall
I go with having your bread and lie
it talks about nothing
never says wealth nor hunger


when everything is gone
I keep you in my head
it toils and spins
I hold your lie on my tongue


would you like a lonesome more or less
boredom or sentimentalisme
would you like a lonesome more or less
is it your blood or bread


the concrete rain falls
you hear someone is crying
I go the distance, hold your voice
I lay me on a bed of your lies