Kosinski
Michael Gira
When the light shows
Through your window
I can see you there
In the mirror
Touching blond hair
That’s a river
Of translucent
Liquid life
Are you singing child
I can hear you here
Just by watching
Lips reflecting
Just by watching
Small breasts rising
With the rhythm of your breathing
I'm not here now
But I see you there
With your blue veins
Softly tapping skin
With the rhythm of your breathing
With the rythem of my thinking
Are you sleeping now?
I could touch your silver hair
While your sleeping child
You can’t feel me here
These orange eyes of an animal