Sometimes my husband walks down the street...
It's strange that he's alone.
For no reason, like you.
His face lifted in a nimbus.
Screams to my windows
- Bread!
Sometimes she walks down the street...
In her hands she has two little ones like dust.
Is sixteen years old, mother, is it possible?
when your father is not with you?
Starting for powder.
By people.
Hello treadmill... to go faster.
Rolling stones without a name.
Sometimes my husband walks down the street...
He puts on a long habit
For no reason, just like you.
His hand raised along the nimbus.
Turns money into dreams.
They believed he would use magic toys.
But the priest was simply playing doctor.
They believed he would use magic toys.
But he's just playing doctor.
Sometimes you hide eyes full of blood in your hands
Blood blackened by tears.
Which world, built along the nimbus.
Give those waiting a test
Old glass house.