In tears, lies the freedom,
In sighs, beneath the sorrow,
In apocalyptic smiles
Becoming grins, tomorrow,
In whispers, floats the madness
That tears the words apart,
Renting the hemispheres of sadness,
When heart can't play her part.
In bowels, dances fury,
In eyes of troubled waters
We find our sense of glory
And everything that matters.
In the magnetic kisses
We throw our stern dispair,
Jumping in the cleavage of our hope
That lures us into love and care.