(Verlaine)
Cliff-hanging time
Fingers and stone.
Holding and holding
hurts to the bone.
It comes on the dark
these ridiculous dreams
I`m coming apart
apart at the seams
I`m coming apart
I don`t know what it means
I choke on my voice
it ain`t the right words
It`s always the sound
of something I heard
Don`t know if it`s hard
Don`t know what redeems
I`m coming apart
There`s too much to move
and nothing to save.
Oh, ain`t it sweet
back in the grave?
It clutches my heart
This yearning and dreams,
I`m coming apart