Warsaw in winter, flowery graves,nCan you still hear them, nWhisper your name?nnAfraid of the cold spots,nCaught in the tree tops,nLove is a dogfight,nYou're losing your shelf life.nnI can't crawl out of this space,nHours fade without a trace.nnAll of you listening,nTo forfeited years,nForget what they taught you,nOpen your ears.nnAll of the great ones,nAsleep with the warm guns,nLove is a dog bite,nYou're losing your shelf life.