These tears of mine, they are falling nicely maan!

I know these tears like I know how to drive back home in the dark drunk

I know them when they have dried up and the cry is dry and hoarse

I know them when they wake up in the middle of a night- sweat

I know them like that orange little light when all thoughts were suicidal

I know them when I’m in joy with your mind crossing daily

I look up and smile my blue rosebud, growing soul seeds do glow

Just like you.