Damn these lone cold nights,
The perfume of the desired heat
Has been long forgotten.
The mad isn't mad,
Even my priest is stoned,
And even HE wanna make it.
Sidewalks aren't safe anymore,
You, me and my dog should build a house
On the road.
I'd choose a bridge to live in,
By the riverside.
I'd be watching you,
Shining and dancing,
Warming up my dusk.
Sadly... I spit this vision out.

I've been amused for years,
Felt used,
Raised fears.
But my hands shall peel your mask off,
By the twilight...
...of yesterday...
And I know I'll become
Just another picture in a frame.
Friends, neighbors,
Relatives, curiously, will ask who?

You'll moan a name...
Not mine, just a name.
I'll name you "endless bruise"
Answering to one more bartender
"She's gone away,
Made of me an infinite song,
Played by a one-man band".
"Nice crying story",
Says my friend of that night.
Nothing more than that, kid.
Catherine.