Warsaw in winter, flowery graves,   Can you still hear them,    Whisper your name?      Afraid of the cold spots,   Caught in the tree tops,   Love is a dogfight,   You're losing your shelf life.      I can't crawl out of this space,   Hours fade without a trace.      All of you listening,   To forfeited years,   Forget what they taught you,   Open your ears.      All of the great ones,   Asleep with the warm guns,   Love is a dog bite,   You're losing your shelf life.