Your name

 

Α cold fever inside me

never seems to rest

it transforms me into

a misty rain

that splashes onto a dirty road

it brings me down

on my knees 

whispering prayers 

in an ancient language

it lets the dark

cover all the walls in the room

to hide the sins

never seems to rest this cold fever

that burns my head

sings to me mournful melodies

empties all bottles

chops all the angels wings

and let them fall 

swallows the sun instantly 

every morning

kills the moon with a menace 

every night

attracts each and every image

that torments me 

again and again

lets me in the middle 

of this desert

this cold fever

burns me woefully

inside out

this cold fever 

has your name

attracts each and every image

of you.