You're always ahead of the game. I drag behind. You never get caught in the rain. When I'm drenched to the bone every time. You're the first one to swim across the Seine.
Sick of drugs and dancing feet. Sick of bars where people meet. Smell of crotch and sheets not clean. Hairy men in magazines. Every city looks the same.
I've been wasting all my time. With the devil in the details. And I got no energy to fight. He's a fucking pantomime. The devil in the details. . He's fixing up to take a bite.
Days before you came. Freezing cold and empty. Towns that change their name. And a horn of plenty. . Days before you came. Counting breaths inside me.