Texty: Liquido. Alarm! Alarm!. What's Next.

hate me
if you want to
and just love if it?s me you need to run to

feed me
with you fingers
at the places where we to be to linger in oblivion

what has arisen
is it smatterings but splatterings
of wisdom?

and tell me
?bout your lovers
and your loneliness that?s killing you
when otherones have let you down

thought of you again
that time
when you where a friend
a friend of mine
waiting for your call
what?s next?
heading for a fall
again

chew me
you don?t swallow
but you spit me out
and leave me kind of hollow

inhale me
breathing softly
and then cough again and laugh again
and slowly I will fade away

still
I ain?t fallin`
imagining your voice when you are calling


touch me
like a virgin
being sexual and sensual and urgently in need of....