And The Skies Cry Out For More

this sofability is all enough for me.

the scent of perfume when she goes up the stairs...
who is she, i do not know.
man, that is a lot of perfume for the unknown.
me, i save my perfume for the people i like, for the people who smell it and say nothing.
what is my smell to you, you who do not know me? what is my smell to you, you who don't smell me?

fingers in the hair, the tint of blond, ah where is the black. desert dry where is the water... the camels are long gone.