You are making a mess
on my cupboard
and on my dress.
I cannot give you any less
than this moment of total togetherness.
Oh, my man came from over the ocean
to fix my twisted heart with a potion.
And I pressed my forehead on his chest
and said it was so very complicated.
It turns wrongly my emotions.
Our pieces are broken in portions.
Maybe if I go down on you
I’ll know the peace that I used to.
You know I’m trouble.
I put your heart in a bubble.
But in the end it might be worthy –
For you to draw a few lines on the canvas.
And me to die a few times in my madness.
I ‘ve been sending you on your way for years
and keep rowing.
I thought I knew where I was going.
There is spit in my mouth and dirt in my soul.
My sorrows stand up in a row.
As we turn our backs to the globe.