i can breathe her innunder the dark blue duvetntv is still onnin the early morningnni see through rock n(i see the whole world)nnwhen a tendon is cutnand music is more real when i'm alonennsnoring in a dark roomnwoken by the trainsnyour fingers in my mouthnin the early morningnnbutni see through rock n(i see the whole world)nwhen a tendon is cutnand music is more real when i'm alonenni love her angerni love her blue eyesnmore than musicnat least, most of the timenni am silencednby contentmentnand supermarketsnn(i see the whole world)