A terrible wind blows, but I can’t hear it in this city,
As the women who’re playing innocent let their hair flow.
I run through the tobacco smoke,
Through the alcohol,
And face a bright morning,
Failing to march in line.
The weather is fierce upon the concrete tonight;
Watch your step closely, ’cause no one will save you.
Slip past the police and ignore all the false arrows you see;
Get closer… to where your warm breath can be felt.
“Ah… don’t get full of yourself. My hospitality ends here.”
Even if soiled, a beautiful woman is charming, and fears wasting away more than anything else.
Will you start to hate me too? Spitting on me and saying it’s all over…
Reset the signal display – I want to live directly, without making turns; a poster girl… eyes like a fish… shining.
In this filthy world, I wonder if sad things are a given.
I sense a smell that sends the wrong signal to my memory… it turns to spit and it’s all over.
Hey, don’t you have any shoes for me to dance here?
The gleam of satin causes my stomach acid to rise… “I have to go home now!”