Our Age of Deception The Age of Strange Names The Age of Wilting Golden Black Umbrellas in the Rain of Our City His Head is Busy His Promise All His Lies His Sky Is Full of Soot His Lovers Heart Is Broken I Wish We Could Sit In A Boat In The Famine Anemone Beat Me In The Sea Beat
Me In Our Lonely Houses Behind Every Window The Curtain Of The Cages Full Of Birds Lips Without Laughter The Eyes The House Of Asking Kindness Is Impossible Not For Love No Anyone Thinking About Lily I Wish I Was In Famine Lets sit anemone in a boat, we go to the sea and we go alone until the shore is unaware of me, we go there together, we stay there forever, a place where there is no sky, no sound of our people , no sadness, no movement, no flower seller, there is no iron like here, so look, remember that no one knows this, we would be alive if tomorrow our promise is at the edge of the sea.
