I sat in the atrium of my isolation
Where I have postponed my dreams
To write these postcards just for you

Didn’t they tell you how bereft I felt
Over the farewell of a withered love
Over the haze that floats above and within the city of Zürich
Over the distress my adolescence memories leave me with?

Heroin nightmare and fever dream
Your face occurs in all of them
Stirring my memory machine
Letting my heart beat for it
Letting my eyes melt for you

I’m lost in this melancholy of hands I’ve held
As I dragged them across cities
Trapped in amber
Every time before departure

Naked skin in tranquil sea
Just outside The Grand Hotel
Sunburned backs and empty glasses
Stir the memory machine.