Drifting with a soulless heart
Yellow is my bedroom wall
Raging is the will to love
And that’s how the story goes

Shadows in a violet hue
Green is my bedroom door
Wavy are my thoughts at night
Tamed in confetti sky

Why can’t you be there to comb the resin from my hair
Your wardrobe eyes are holding magic
And I want that door to open

Lines of color—lines of grey
Red is my tiled floor
Brushstrokes carry Prussian blue
Lemon-yellow rendezvous

Why can’t you be there to comb the resin from my hair
Your wardrobe eyes are holding magic
And I want that door to open

Star shadows hide within the tresses by your side
It is the onyx that I like
A Northern Wind blows through the chimney

{Like clockwork unwinding
Your straw hat, the candles
The echoes of silence
Her strawberry sequins
The mantle, the mirror
The forgiving pieces
Of destiny wanting
Surrounded by oscillating clouds}

Drifting with a soulless heart
Yellow is my bedroom wall
Raging is the will to love
And that’s how the story goes

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