through this obvious unreality
through a kind of feeling about dreaming far and awake
in the arms of a fallen angel
I felt and tasted the tragedy
trying to see you and you don't see me anymore
and here I'm expecting just to fall
and if there's something through the smelling skin
I wonder seeing your back naked
with my nails under that
just to feel your soul on my fingers
a perfect fear making love
the cure and hope…
walking hand in hand through the oblivious