Skriptorium - Momus

I have a picture of you in your underwear

The glittering sunshine hits your Cleopatra hair

You are a lovely person living in Berlin

The glittering sunshine hits your perfect skin

I watch the sun appearing over Mauerpark

You are in Reykjavik in a famous bar

You are in Paris at Palais de Tokyo

You race your motorbike through streets of snow

The ice of sarcasm is penetrating me

In the skriptorium at the Stuttgart library

I steal your Merve paperbacks but never read 'em

I’m cyberstalking you with metaphysical realism

You drink your coffee at Bonanza Coffee Heroes

Your arms and legs destroyed by razors and mosquitos

It must amuse you to provoke such jealousy

It must be really cool to hide from me

The ice of sarcasm is penetrating me

In the skriptorium at the Stuttgart library

I steal your Merve paperbacks but never read 'em

I’m cyberstalking you with Metaphysical Realism

I love you and of course I’m trying to score

What do I think you are, some kind of art world whore?

I copy everything your Facebook says you do

I am determined to become you

I have a picture of you in your underwear

The glittering sunshine hits your Cleopatra hair

You are a lovely person living in Berlin

You are a skeleton with perfect skin