I took your door bell and rang up the city
I rolled your fags. And it made me feel pretty
One gun held against my shoe
And the other one pointing at you

You were all so very lovely,
My hands were in the air
Fell in love right in the beginning
I swear, I swear, I swear

Good god. As if they were empty
I filled up my pockets, until I had plenty
Plenty of things belonging to you
Your schools, your fools, your blues

You were all so very lovely,
My hands were in the air
Fell in love right in the beginning
I swear, I swear, I swear

I collected the ghosts that would sleep in your hair and I stole all the words they hung into the air
And with them I shaped a pen and a chair, in which I sit, sing and scribble.
I composed a dog barking in vain, and with it the silence behind its complaints
And with that the highways that take things away, and then discovered that there are no endings
And now that I am so completely of you, I do not understand what I do

Dear all, I am full of your blood,
Full of your absence,
Full of your love,
Full of your words
That will tear me apart,
Apart from everything

In mid-air blinding the shades
The sun appears and I get carried away
That was it my truthful account of what it's about