a little conversation under willow tree
in an urban night
with a perfect smile & a hand of thief
you stole my heart
i tried to warn us not to fall in love
you said: it's too late,
don't waste your time
on unheard warnings
another night with you.
we hold our breath in a steamed bathroom
another try to stop the starving animal
it starts to croon
about warning signs in your coloured eyes
what we design
are the days born out of unheard warnings
another dawn alone
perspiration's soaked in the empty bed
i switch the thought of a hanging rope
for a cigarette
you make my visions blurred
& i can't let go
it's my morning blues
listen to echoes
of unheard warnings
