We were that naive.
People dying, people falling in love
at an unbelievable pace.
The notes move close together.
There is no space
for melody to arise.
Ishvara is lower than Buddha, right? Right.
Whatever matters at all?
It won’t last because it never ends.
This time, you’re leaving me tonight.
You’re gonna drop the bomb.
This time you’re giving me tonight
reminds me that in Heaven
there is no temple.
The whole world is
the sound of the bell.
We’re taking licks like Jesus.
Oh goddamnit, someone had to go first.