Over all, there’s been
The other
Waiting in the dark
Over all it’s been
Behind me

All the time
In the dark shades
Of the bathroom
Behind a mirror in the dark
Hidden inside the fire burning
In the yard

Bolt-locked chains could not
Keep you
From the werewolf in my eyes

In my bed I can’t stand
The heat
It burns my skin
And the sweat makes a mess
Of my hair
Tonight
You can call it fever
As long as you want to
But I know where it comes from
It’s in my veins beating in my head
And in my heart
Thank you for the moon
And I thank you
For making it full
My tears are sour
And you won’t run away
You’re making it full

(Françoiz Breut, Over all)