Collapsing new buildings
Interim Iso
12305(Te Nacht)
This is my 12305th night
The first few thousand,
you can forget about them,
I have ' did it too
This one is almost over too
What's left is nicotine and yellow fingers
I used up a lot of them before
and chopped them short and small
in many spent, used up, fled
cursed, chased the dragon
In a handful I was close
mostly at the end, close to the end,
towards the end, towards tomorrow
temporarily drowned himself
What remains is alcohol and dull dreams
Some went on and on and I went out and about
waiting when there is no bus
everyone would pass , until now, until 12305
You were present in some of them
but I wasn't completely there
I looked for you in my sleep in many of them
I looked for you in my sleep in many of them
What remains?
From here to Mars was closer
than from me to you
I seemed to be made of antimatter -
dangerous!
/>It was my 12,305th night
In which you appeared before me
You made your eyes shine
probably not by chance
You were on the same search and
for the same reason
You were probably drawn to me too
Secretly you were my reflection
I pulled you up and to me
I was in you - to be seen; and vice versa
Don't wake up love
Until she likes it herself
Until she doesn't like it herself
(12305(th Night)
This is my 12305th night
the first few thousand
you might as well forget
just as I have also
this one here is almost finished too
what remains is nicotine and yellow fingers
many before I've frittered to powder
and diced and minced into bits
in many expended, exhausted, escaped
extinguished, chasing the dragon
in a handful I got very close
towards the end, close to the end,
right at the end, towards morning,
in its passing drowned
what remains is alcohol and numbed dreams
some were endless and I set out and off
to wait where nevertheless no bus goes
all passed by till now, till 12305
in some you were present
but I was not entirely there
in many I sought you in my sleep
in many I sought you sleeping
what remains?
from here to mars was closer
than from me to you
I seemed to be made of anti-matter -
fairly dangerous!
it was my 12305th night
in which you appeared
you made your eyes glow
I'm sure with some fair reason
you were seeking the same thing and
for the same reason
you too were then drawn to me
you were my mirror image secretly
I drew you up and towards me
inside you - I saw myself; and inversely
Do not stir up love
before it is itself willing
before it is itself willing)

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