today I feel great, finally I`ve found it
we get drunk on Martini at the Peach Pit
and tomorrow we crush the pigeons on the place
your spirit smiles away my melancholy face
every morning I will say:
`I love you till my heart dies`
and `most beautiful
are your eyes`
today I feel so great in all I do
a time supreme, runes I read in the yew
we lie in the grass interpreting the clouds
we indulge in misanthropy, laugh away the doubts
every morning I will say...
but hoping is futile
and wishing in vain
to you all the best
PS: `all the stars are dead now`