Untitled - June 30th, 2006

My female crime,

my precious storm,

my fragile princess,

my endless love.

I dream of you as an empty house

as an open book, as an open door

and you dream of me sitting by the dusk

and you nail your pillows when I'm getting close.

My female crime,

my lightning storm,

my fragile princess,

my endless love.

You're coming soon to light up my home

with stormy kisses and cluody love

and I'll be ready, belive it or not,

to deal with the pain of love's overdose.

A lonely walk

among the crowd

the only treasure

I've been thinking of.

I'm ready to be exposed in the cross

I wait for the nails, I long for your call

it's an invitation I make in cold blood

to love overdose, to painful withdrawal.