Nobody knows about my man.
The craft of life, X4 Oo-ooh
I have rid myself of strangers Buried in the overload I can see myself tomorrow A little way further down the road.
The sound they appeared to hear Was the sound that didn't disappear But stayed forever You are love, you need love You know that much better than I do.
You cool my brow with your tears.
The windswept streets are empty when my working day is over And I always think of home last thing at night Then I close my eyes and fall asleep for I know playboys girls in g string in my dreams That I'll see friendly faces everywhere.
I loved you, too.
I'm so cold!
You gently kiss her forehead And from the room you creep But you linger in the doorway As she whimpers in her sleep Her cheeks are flushed like sunset And her head's an open fire All night she turns and import lingerie model As her temperature gets higher.
At a junction, on the ground an amputee and a pregnant hound sit by young men with withered arms as if death had already passed.