your grey-blue lips
i won't see ever again
it was the colour of your pain
it was the colour of our love
our perfect harmony, an insane madness
in the bottom of our hearts, the black mood
superhuman, a selfishness
coherence, our suffering
our total nostalgia, an autophagy
if blue, blue, if love is blue
how much grey in our blue
if blue, blue, if love is blue
how much grey in our blue
and now you, no, you're not here any more
my brutal fantasy
thinking of you, dead, again mine
my brutal fantasy
hoping you, dead, again mine, mine, mine...mine