My name is Luka I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you Yes, I think you've seen me before If you hear something late at night Some kind
will see What we have got My footsteps are ticking Like water dripping from a tree Walking a hairline And stepping very carefully My heart is broken It's worn out at
Even if I am in love with you All this to say, what?s it to you? Observe the blood, the rose tattoo Of the fingerprints on me from you Other evidence
You come from far away With pictures in your eyes Of coffee shops and morning streets In the blue and silent sunrise But night is the cathedral Where
It won't do To dream of caramel To think of cinnamon And long for you It won't do To stir a deep desire To fan a hidden fire That can never burn true
Today I am a small blue thing Like a marble or an eye With my knees against my mouth I am perfectly round I am watching you I am cold against your skin
If your love were taken from me Every color would be black and white It would be as flat as the world before Columbus That's the day that I lose half
