I see you, in the eyes of strangers passing through on their daily commute, oblivious to the world which…
My neckIt’s tight on my neckIt’s tight on my neck and I’m kickingIt’s tight on my neck and I’m kicking and fighting
Coriander dreams of velvet green,
Hazy evenings thatpass into morningwhere unknown friendsshout obscenities toa game of dominos.
Nobody’s nice to pigeons, Even though they’re sadNobody’s nice to pigeons, Which makes me really mad.
All they do is fly around, Looking for some breadSo their babies will stay live, Healthy and well-fed.
His lips tasted like foreverA kind of endless nightWhere stale cigarettes burned in silenceAnd…