[00:49:520]The wrinkles on my face are dusty and dark[00:53:240]As the scratches on a record forgotten in the attic[00:55:400]But the night will comes[00:59:440]Knows all my prayers better[00:59:440]She will clasp me in her arms[01:03:360]She will crumble me as a bun[01:22:400]The moon has drunk too much[01:22:400]She’s drowned into her scotch[01:26:200]But I’ll count the sheep, I’ll count my breathes[01:28:920]I’ll count the bites on my lips[01:31:000]The autumn leaves, the can of beer,[01:32:841]The newborn tears, the glasses filled,[01:35:000]The human fears, the unpayed bills,[01:37:000]The fish of the sea…[01:55:720]No whale will sing tonight[01:59:600]No zodiac will give me a light[02:03:960]1000 flaming dragonflies[02:07:960]Make my way through the ice[02:28:880]But downthere, we are just a number,[02:35:440]A dive into the air,[02:39:720]The memory of a tale[02:43:680]If you could go under my cold and trembling skin[02:50:600]And if you could stop my breath[02:54:320]Only then you would stop me.