[?] meets among the night
And everything is the color of chilly sky
Has the smell of streets after rain
Everything in your nonexistent body
In the morning, I feel my arms, my thighs heavy and alien
My bones hammer into me

I attach the thoughts through the flesh
And the day is being born
And everything has the smell of streets after rain
Everything in your nonexistent body
In the morning, I feel my arms, my thighs heavy and alien
My bones hammer into me
The fragrances so defenseless
In the morning, in the morning

And it's sweet and fresh
And it's word of defeat
Another [?]
And it's shrinking so fast

And it's sweet and fresh
And it's word of defeat
Another [?]
It's climbing so fast
Climbing so fast
Climbing so fast
Climbing so fast