Throw the ornamental burdens that you wear
keep the things that you forget in your despair
Paper bridges that you walked
thin white lines drawn with chalk
and this stench of treason in the air
There are functions that I still have to admire
the impossible arrangements of your life
All the gestures and the steps
that will lead you to regret
that you stayed with me another day
Hear me calling at you
it’s the hyacinth rule
Does it sound like my voice
or does it sound like you?
Terrify me once more with your smile
make me look like someone else just for a while
If we try to make it straight
then the news will circulate
and we’ll never see the light of day again
Hear me calling at you
it’s the hyacinth rule
Does it sound like my voice
or does it sound like you?