ממעמקים קראתי, אולי גם אכתוב

day after day
love turns gray
like the skin of a dying man

and night after night
we pretend it's alright
but i have grown older
and you have grown colder
and nothing is very much fun anymore

and i can feel
one of my turns coming on
i feel
cold as a razorblade
tight as a torniquet
dry as a funeral drum