Your creeping body
Lies on the carpet now
Head's full of wine
Trembling hands
And these empty eyes
It is not the first time
When You took that way
But it doesn't matter
You don't have to change yourself
'Cause there is no one else for me
Nobody else can see me
Between the idea and the reality
Between the motion and the act
Between the conception and the creation
Between the desire and the spasm
Between the everything falls the shadow
This is the way the world ends