Nine closets in your mind, mind You're not gonna show what's all of in your heart Dropping little word from your fingers Such a lonely scene just like a pieces of grass Holding your varying eyes Holding your varying world I saw your face, pissed & smiling, crying Feeling down your eyes, staying sharpen lips It's a warm nudity, so noble grace just wine red blood Holding your varying eyes Holding your varying world Sometimes it's gloomy haze Sometimes it's jealousy