Texty: Stereolab. Emperor Tomato Ketchup. Monstre Sacre.

destined, decrepit
old shrunken apple
ready for the pit
i have let you go
without forgiving

or understanding
so now you are gone
there could be nothing
you live within me
we communicate

the light it creates and the tears it generates
bring the forgivness
don't let me down now

life half sapped away
it took all that time
sice you passed away
to moisten the love

wa have forged the sought after union brought us together and the fullness
the completeness, the infinite simplicity the world offers forgivness