in the burning bed
writhing in tears
begging

"love me....love me"

--

the story is too old
too weak

--

the fleeting afternoon
the stroll in the park

kids play

and we...?

--

writhin in burning beds
of jealousy
and possessiveness
turning into hate

--

there is a meaning
and
a meaninlessness

--

the song is true

strength is here

dance!
sing!