1000 Deep Kisses

I know you had to lie to me, I know you had to deceive me, pose with all the ardor and arrogance behind the transparent veil of falsehood, our perfect aristocratic porn, so elegant and so cheap, I'm old, but I still like a thousand kisses deep.

I'm good at love, I'm good at hate, it's in between where I get paralyzed, I've been training, but it's too late, it's been years too late, but you're doing well, really, you're the pride of Boogie Street, someone must have died for you a thousand kisses deep.

Autumn fell onto your skin, something got into my eye, a light that doesn't need to live or die, a brief annotation in the book of love, dark and obsolete, until I saw it with all my being at a thousand kisses of depth.

I still work with wine, I still dance cheek to cheek,
the band plays Auld Lang Syne, my heart never knew how to retire,
touched by Diz and sang with Dante, I never had his talent, but they once let me touch at a thousand kisses of depth.

I loved you when you opened up like a lily to the warmth already seen, I'm just another snowman under the sleet and rain, that loved you with its frozen love, with its second-hand body, with everything it is and everything it was, at a thousand kisses of depth, but now you no longer need to hear me and every word I say will only go against me at a thousand kisses of depth