Dana, won't you come with me?
Dana, give me some duality
In a box, I see
Illuminated man & me
Dana, won't you come for me?
Dana, give me some profanity
In the shade, I weep
She's the blade, but I cut deep
Dana, won't you come on me?
Je suis une nature morte. Je suis tout gris
Voyageur, exploiteur, égoiste, mais je suis une belle fleur