An incomplete stranger
An arrow on the cross
I am so happy I am dying of peace
Oh tell me Saint Bernard, what do you wish to construe?
For I have loved you since the birth of July
You kill me with your everlasting silence, come back to me!
I can stand a powerful truth
In the midst of all this madness
Love is a courage so sweet
As passion infuriates the menstrual cycle
And I am especially warm
Fire feeds the belly of the beast
Perhaps I shall sing a strange song
To all the mice and men
Normal people don\'t understand art
Because art is never normal
And if I were normal, would I paint my face red?
For red is the color of a woman in love
Dancing in the sky that is tickled blue
Oh freedom what have you done to me?
I dream of white bunnies and vagrant seas
And they are all painted red
Within the matters of the heart.