The wind plays flute
  Through the cellar door
  And on my window sill
  Plays a sad old song
  I hope tonight
  You wil touch my hair
  And draw ghosts on my back
  
  Walk the shore
  To impassable
  Shout at screaming waves
  Shout at silent rocks
  I think tonight
  I'll dream of salty tounges
  So tears drips down by leg