Beside you, prone, my naked skins finds fault in touching. Yet it is you who draws away. The tacit fact is:the awful fear of losing is not enough to cause a fleeing love to stay...

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.

Douse the lights,
Hold your breath,
take my heart in your hand.
I lost my job two weeks ago
and rent day's here again.