[00:49:520]The wrinkles on my face are dusty and dark
[00:53:240]As the scratches on a record forgotten in the attic
[00:55:400]But the night will comes
[00:59:440]Knows all my prayers better
[00:59:440]She will clasp me in her arms
[01:03:360]She will crumble me as a bun
[01:22:400]The moon has drunk too much
[01:22:400]She’s drowned into her scotch
[01:26:200]But I’ll count the sheep, I’ll count my breathes
[01:28:920]I’ll count the bites on my lips
[01:31:000]The autumn leaves, the can of beer,
[01:32:841]The newborn tears, the glasses filled,
[01:35:000]The human fears, the unpayed bills,
[01:37:000]The fish of the sea…
[01:55:720]No whale will sing tonight
[01:59:600]No zodiac will give me a light
[02:03:960]1000 flaming dragonflies
[02:07:960]Make my way through the ice
[02:28:880]But downthere, we are just a number,
[02:35:440]A dive into the air,
[02:39:720]The memory of a tale
[02:43:680]If you could go under my cold and trembling skin
[02:50:600]And if you could stop my breath
[02:54:320]Only then you would stop me.