Linger on...

Linger on, linger on...

I'm sad on the road

Who is "I", who is playing summersault with old bones ?

The road itself is sad, long narrow and rewinding road,

backbones broken, overdosed Disney Lands

The road itself takes care of all these guardian angels in a row,

healing infinite mailing lists of lost loves

Linger on, linger on...

I am playing the game of electronic literature

they can throw my heart in a bin

I've got an IP address, it's overcrowded with ghosts

when you're talking to a baby, can you wake it up in the night

Just to say you love him ?

Just to say you love her ?

Linger on, linger on...

I'm full of joy on the road

The road itself is my cradle, will you woo me as I die?

Will you as last give me a hug, as the hangman ties the rope ?

And send me a present of eternal wisdom as a necklace ?

Linger on, linger on...