Tonight it smells like solemnity
dance of neon on the wet glass
tonight, through the dark and shrubbery
we're making out so well
And there's no food but it's a feast
and it's so silent but I can hear
the music of the lonely wooden souls
at the edge of the city
Tonight it tastes like solemnity
dissonance and million colors
it is all about creation and disaster
it is all about the moment
when we fall into the chasm
You're not here but I can see you
you're so far, but I'm immersing
in your water, in your being
forever is just enough
