I am sorry

I am sorry I lost the night of pleasure a line and a line were pulled out from skein I lost the night of treasure on the light not turned off musing their agonies Your words stir up every little thing Your world shakes every moment and I become so tired I am sorry I lost the night of fascination there were only you and I falling down to the abyss Your words stir up every little thing Your world shakes every moment and I become so tired It’s too late It’s too late It’s too late It’s too late It’s too late It’s too late I have to go to sleep sleep sleep Your words stir up every little thing Your world shakes every moment and I become so tired I am sorry