[Verse 1]
Grief irritates the heart
This city, this place
Not a widow or a bride
Amidst the dirty yellow walls
[Verse 2]
At night on a concrete field
With tears of weak salt
The clot of creepiness of a woman's lot
Will jump like a spark out of your eyes
[Verse 3]
Kiss, and immediately into the pool
Queen considers their color to be home
Sometimes his crown
Stone pulls into the depth
[Outro]
The day gleamed with dangerous steel
Evil, shabby trams
But the soul doesn’t want to go to heels
Oriole flies south