A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. - But I, know, reft of that confusion, am lifted up and speeding towards the light...

Ring the big bells,
cook the cow,
put on your silver locket.
The landlord is knocking at the door
and I've got the rent in my pocket.
How is empty... I think...

Douse the lights,
Hold your breath,
take my heart in your hand.
Don't pay...
I lost my job two weeks ago
and rent day's here again.
No job... No money... No pay...