Here I can smell the rain  And the city underneath 4 a.m.  It makes no difference to me  It's all below my feet  If desire was a reasonable friend  I would be imaging this  But Saturday has left a vaccum up here  I'm just glad I lfet    I tried to adjust to it  The violence had me erected but none the less cold  Walking up the stairway eleven floors into the appartement  And well inside another world...    However deep your empathy goes  It's hard to get carried away  By drunken confessions  I feel a strange relief knowing  I have ruined everything....