Here I stand with the gun in my hand Waiting for the water to calm The moonlight can barely paint An aquarelle of coral blue and red Like the colours Of your lover’s Pretty eyes and hair
Life is just a story to tell Yours had an unfortunate end Denial, denial Yet no one heard you but the stars Through the rain Of the sprinklers A bullet pierced your heart
Your cries and your curses Could not protrude From the bottom of a Suburban swimming pool
