Warsaw in winter, flowery graves,
Can you still hear them,
Whisper your name?
Afraid of the cold spots,
Caught in the tree tops,
Love is a dogfight,
You're losing your shelf life.
I can't crawl out of this space,
Hours fade without a trace.
All of you listening,
To forfeited years,
Forget what they taught you,
Open your ears.
All of the great ones,
Asleep with the warm guns,
Love is a dog bite,
You're losing your shelf life.