Cutting wet air
from my softly vision scape
Along my own night city
wet from the summer rain

The feeling down to
the bottom of my fingers
make me stay

i have my own last word
that i cant say

About the silence between eyes
of your dirty secret
About the old night sky
From u can see the spiral of the Earth

Now i dont need any stuff to get space by
I have your own mind connected to my

Slowly enter into my own summer
I see you down in my realm
I see iodine [bad word] to spiral
That takes deeper in your eyes

Ocean of thoughts will [bad word] below
I will travel to this pit by my own
Wings of the world broken like word
In many darkest things i [bad word]