"...She says she’ll meet me at the square
outside of intergrill
where the should-have-beens
mix with the never-wills

Under a scattered sky,
Between a fate and free will
and I look into her eyes her eyes her eyes her eyes her eyes
are so dilated and still

You’re a chemical girl
let’s call this chalice cup
I felt in love with you
as we were coming up.

But now that evening is disposed
along with amourous deceit.
Cause you’re a lovely girl
but just not for me..."