A time ago I don't see more lyrics carved on the flesh across my back, written with the ancient Ink of thousand days of waiting and estrangement
Where did all the lace, the leather, the black collar and the reckless and passionate lunacy when she wrote those letters
After all I always know who I am and to whom I belong; I just hope the Moon still knows how to respond the howling when I call her even if the sky is too clouded to do it...
