fading plastic sun I cry 
To breathe your odour by my side 
Afraid a tear could fall and dry... a summer 

drying fish an aimless frown 
Indifferent words in velvet sound 
stranded love too weak to drown... a sailor 

dreaming plastic moon has died 
No more to colour any night 
Hold back the solemn in your eyes... a moment 

sailing child on waters blind 
Elate the sundown you will find 
And deep inside no sun will shine... for never 

Prevail my part [bad word] drown me in your sight 

This painful art 
To sear me with no words 

searing mark [bad word] drown me in my world 

As like a park 
Asleep to hold the wintersun