Tell yourself again a kind of kindness that this cold silence is self -sufficient When your hot name is in need of a needle I want to die of a joy in this battle
Dont say that these days are all black Say better days Black. Crisp and honey Style like a sleeping nights sleep full of summer thought in the cool basement of cool bases Balloon piles of balloon
Do not say that these days are all black Say better days Do not say that they are all blacks . Whatever your miracle is my saint Tell yourself again it is a kind of kindness Do not suicide your own
Say that these days are all black Say better days on the way Dont say that these days are all black Say better days These days are all black say better days on the way
