Villa Hate

oooh this morning I wake up and feel
all this morning where my bones stand still
strong and stronger, so small, so big
passing in pride from summer to fall
where my mood always follows
and the winter grows taller and taller
while spring hopes to return
and I dream of happy colours
I go out and catfish hope in the cold
so cold and clear is the air - waht a nice day
all this morning I stretch out and fear
all this morning when my bones stand still
never too early. never too late
i still live in Villa Hate.
"i count my bones while I still wait
and if you ask me "yes"
I still live in Villa Hate"