My eyes are filled with green fumes of fée verte

And i cant see the world outside the way it is

The only light is that gleaming in your eyes

I cant walk i cant smoke i cant breathe

No i cant walk

These strangely dancing waves are carrying me somwhere forward

Or maybe its all backwards because i only see the past

I need to step over the grey matter of today to reach tomorrow

To reach you to touch your hand

And if today i cant say the words you want to hear

Its somewhere overe this grey foam that i m saying them

Uttering quietly with somewhat persistance the words the whispers of love

I love you there over todays grey foam of smitten syllables of stupor