1000 flaming dragonflies

	The wrinkles on my face are dusty and dark
	as the scratches on a record forgotten in the attic
	but the night that will comes
	knows all my prayers better
	she will clasp me in her arms
	she will crumble me as a bun
	The moon has drunk too much
	she’s drowned into her scotch
	but I’ll count the sheep,I’ll count my breathes,
	I’ll count the bites on my lips,
	the autumn leaves,the can of beer,
	the newborn tears,the glasses filled,
	the human fears,theunpayed bills,
	the fish of the sea...
	No whale will sing tonight
	no zodiac will give me a light
	1000 flaming dragonflies
	make my way through the ice
	But downthere,we are just a number,
	a dive into the air,
	the memory of a tale
	If you could go under my cold and trembling skin
	and if you could stop my breathe..
	only then you would stop me.

	The wrinkles on my face are dusty and dark
	as the scratches on a record forgotten in the attic
	but the night that will comes
	knows all my prayers better
	she will clasp me in her arms
	she will crumble me as a bun
	The moon has drunk too much
	she' s drowned into her scotch
	but I' ll count the sheep, I' ll count my breathes,
	I' ll count the bites on my lips,
	the autumn leaves, the can of beer,
	the newborn tears, the glasses filled,
	the human fears, theunpayed bills,
	the fish of the sea...
	No whale will sing tonight
	no zodiac will give me a light
	1000 flaming dragonflies
	make my way through the ice
	But downthere, we are just a number,
	a dive into the air,
	the memory of a tale
	If you could go under my cold and trembling skin
	and if you could stop my breathe..
	only then you would stop me.