Love as cold as ice.

Tear my heart into pieces, eat it with blueberries and rum

I just ask of you, take the music and give it to your son.

The amount of time spent on music, inside my mind’s brain is

The same amount of time the Earth has spun around me.

Don’t care for the phone numbers or the sunset photos etched

Into my mind, just keep the music and give it to someone

Who understands why the Wolf Moon shines brighter

And someone who can count in Spanish.