I’m worshiping twilight
and I don’t wanna sleep
I’m standing by the window
a glass of wine in my hand
wearing home-sweatpants
with a hole in my crotch

I’m worshipping stars
shining to lost drunkies
and I’m worshiping nymphs
being caught
to their own trap

taking on a robe of vices
take it easy
maybe not now
but once I’ll find the way

there’s a hole in the roof
drops falling on my feet;
I’m not in a hurry
it’s not in a hurry
it can wait