Dances she upon the breezeOf his exhaled and infinite satisfied dreams,With sun scorching pity on her paper heart,So ripped and lost in explosive perfumeWhere her soul creeps in silence,In shadows and void.Waste and void,Waste and void,Waste and void and her long-lost heart-hopeIs a sighing of whispersThat writhe in the moonlight andSquirm in the dayAnd the heat of the nightAnd the thundering skiesWhere her feet kiss the...