Please, I can live without the voices
I can live without the quarrels
I swear I can live without
My skin falls off when the mirror reflects
The freckles fade and the book disappears
What does she live for?
That name is a secret.
But the Marquis knew too well
For we follow his example
The time bomb is in the next room
And Oh the love it receives
But the time bomb knew the time had come
As the city sleeps in silence
The city sleeps in ashes
In the silent gray haze
When will the voices return?
When will the quarrels resurface?
