The King of Venice
He spoke words that would melt in my hand
Peony flower never smelled this good
A clutter formed in my artery
Breathing gets harder, short and fast
I paced along a crater of emotions
Soggy clothes, wet hair and cinderblocks
It has been a rough day, we all know that
The fog, the train and the mis-delivered letter
I have an ecstasy when I'm alone
kick away everyone I love
In the city of Venice we swore, Touch the water and run
I wish we can go back to the way we were
The sacred trickster has found the key to the palace
Turn off the lights, disband the guards
We forget how to feel
