LemON - Tu

Our wooden house,
Cracks in the wind like,
broken bones.
Is this house bursting with love?
According to you?

Through the twists and turns of
a spine your
hands wander.

You spill through fingers,
like some wine.

And the flame of the candle, a candle stump,
time after time, illuminates what we don't want to see.
What we don't want to see, what we don't want to see.

Here's the apartment, here's the wall, here we dwell.
Here's the apartment, here's the wall, here we dwell.
Here's the apartment, here's the wall, here we dwell.
but if you look from the side...
Here's the apartment, here's the wall, here we dwell.
Everything seems flimsy, plastic.

We drink
And lean over,
To the goblets, to
fish out the remnants of love.
Emotional compost.

And the flame of the candle, a candle stump,
time after time, illuminates what we don't want to see.
What we don't want to see, what we don't want to see.

Here's the apartment, here's the wall, here we dwell.
Here's the apartment, here's the wall, here we dwell.
Here's the apartment, here's the wall, here we dwell.
But if you look from the side...
Here's the apartment, here's the wall, here we dwell.
Everything seems flimsy, plastic.