Woorden: Frou Frou. Details. Flicks.

Lung of love leaves me breathless
tongue of fool lap me in enmity
four walled secret lies among the hessien
and a flicker of the future could've saved
the cindered sister and i'm motioning
still they stand inside me
and moments until the one i leave
colourless i kiss her cold forehead
i feel life
loose it in a minute and the ones
to come feel too far to care
people concertina to my private
magic lantern move for me
with the senses all inclusive
in the theatre of triggered memories