Chameleon,
The scene was just right,
you and I
together we are like a temple.
The color
mimicks us,
and the frenzy
br/>it usually arrives on time.
I lied to you
and you let me do it,
but anyway,
I'm never going to deceive you.
loneliness.
My body continues to burn,
so much talking
about a recurring dream.
ever once
when I lost track of you,
I was suspicious;
br/>you knew where to hide.
And it no longer matters knowing the end,
just loving yourself and crossing the fire.
How does this continue?
How does this continue?
Chameleon,
we are left alone.
Chameleon,
together we are like a temple.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN