Twist on the floor, the bitumen found like wetness of rain on hands, my palms on you, you are holding me carefully to say. Tell me, are you holding me carefully? Waist length down your duffel coat I run away with you. Hands and hands again, are we spinning the air blue - there in the azure kept, where were we on the road, that now on such thick azure we pour down on the grasses on the ground. There the alleyway in emptiness of streetlights, you are leaving me lonely with the Tungsten tonight. Come, come, come again, shivers...