[MELCHIOR]. There's a moment you know. You're fucked. Not an inch more room. To self destruct. . No more moves, oh, yeah. The dead end zone. Man, you just can't call.
Those youve known and lost still walk behind you. All alone, they linger till they find you. Without them, the world grows dark around you. And nothing is the same until you know that they have found you.
Flip on a switch and everything's fine. No more lips, no more tongue, no more ears, no more eyes. The naked blue angel, who peers though the blinds. Disappears in the gloom of the mirror-blue night.