you left me here, at the bottom of the mire, with my eyes open, my hand in a claps, There is no time, for caution now, you come or pass, Rust suddely lifting besides me, on a ghost of an afternoon, riding is sorrow to the dock, Far behind the presence of friends hanging solitary, once again, some twisted needle, tells me you sighted me with another, keep my promise to break them, I am not innocent sun, you hurry, rabbit of mine.