Brush, stroke Only skin I’ve seen the beauty of angels from within Flash of light is much faster and shows the beauty better than I under the safelight I don’t want to own the angels, well maybe just one and I’m done And even if it’s just one I know what I've done I’m sorry, dear Valentine, a beast or a mess - I sat, now here I stand as I take care of the cutter, I don’t know if even I understand sound of the last swine in oblast dies with a whimper this fall I’m afraid where I will go we reap what we sow I hear the sirens call I don't want to own the angels, Well maybe just one And I'm done And even if it’s just one I know what I've done...