One week have passed, my weary widow

- Perfume for the harbour-boat

Relieve me from your neck of marble

Release me when your limbs afloat



Follow yours and catch the diamonds

Before all hell reveals to thee

I cannot strive for understanding

As there is nothing more for me



I will never feel one moments sadness

For the days we never shared

As I have left the grip of changes

With you, my everlasting madness