Paris - S.C.U.M

The first days of water

I can’t hold onto

All the days

Of my youth

All the graces of love

Are over now for you

For you

And I will never bear my skin for you

And feel you once more

In beauty’s remorse

No more hope only time and what’s left

Of the fountains

I have nothing

And waiting for me

All the white that’s inside

In the morning mist

In the crystal air

I fill up my lungs

With the winter air

To lie awake and hear

That I was born in the wrong way

Lifted to another place

Bury my love in winter air

In solitude

Lifted there

Take unto a new path

A new path

Lifted there in winter air

Bury my love, bury my love

All the graces of love are over now for you