speaking secret tongues
and unknown languages
that is what it seems to me,
when looking at people's faces
whilst they are listening to me
people are strange,
not only in the rain
whatever;
can it all really be going down the drain ?
they said:
love me two times,
one for tomorrow and one just
for to fucking day
but why not make it three times,
to make it even again
complete the trinity, once more
just one of the ways, it could start one day
could start that way,
a new, freshly born memory