Look at the heart of the creator what a heartbreak For your sleep Tired of the tired Look, the sound of the wound eats the heart Cho Chicken of Love Chicken and Purp closed the tour I am a shadow of you I have not I am going to be wounded I am wounding on the dark wire In these cold and starless nights I call the street lights I was a young man and we read a poem I read a broken poem Broken Cry The Baron Night Closed Night I read a poem with a broken scream Night of the Baron Night Closed Night
