Oh my word you have it, you have it. Take it in your turquoise fingers. Stuttering through cold Hamburg streets. Every frigid whisper kisses your cheek for an instant. This city, bound with rope, glimmers off of your breast at the edge of the water and at the edge of the night. I could sink so easily. But unlike all of those drunken fish You chose me. My word on your name. Negin, Negin, Negin.