225 days under grass br and you know more than I. br they have long taken your blood, br you are a dry stick in a basket. br is this how it works? br in this room br the hours of love br still make shadows. br br when you left br you took almost br everything. br I kneel in the nights br before tigers br that will not let me be. br br what you were br will not happen again. br the tigers have found me br and I do not care.