All the letters I wrote him
All the letters come back from time to time
All the things that he wrote me
Were thought as forever mine
And the heaven in sight
Was already broken
And the world - how could it still go round?
I have fallen before him:
"Oh tell me why I lie here and I'm still alive?"
I like to see your contradictions in my owns
How can I drive you out of fiction?
He said his damn father
Was a clock master, was a violent man
Isn't that enough chance
To show me the real life?
I'm the preferable one
Darling, wherever you may go
All the coldest winds will press you down
You're gonna fight your corner
Do it right, keep saying "I'm not foul"
I love to see your contradictions in my owns
How can I drive you out of fiction?