Twenty-eight

Today

I have sold love

For twenty-eight notes

Every year of your life were two ones

All the time you smelled same

Now, Mister, it's you and your Margareth

But the roles are reversed

Things in name of queen

And you kneeled

If only she knew

what language you speak

the touches and feelings

forgotten on half way

I have sold love

for twenty-eight notes

You'll never understand

And I've washed my hands twenty-eight times

Today