[00:00.771]Self-doubt,[00:09.809]Self-doubt,[00:15.660]It's what I do.[00:20.362]This music, this sound,[00:26.632]This voice and these words.[00:37.473]All that carry "me",[00:44.865]It's not writing nor music, ****,[00:53.825]It's certainly not "art."[01:03.046]When the boundaries seem unclear we don't have a language.[01:18.824]That day you fainted, your eyes looked right through me,[01:35.935]From nowhere in particular,[01:40.062]From nowhere in particular,[01:43.353]Dislocated,[01:46.122]Light,[01:47.899]Monotonous.[01:52.862]And when I touched you I turned you into a girl,[02:05.662]Only for a moment,[02:10.024]Soon you'll come back to me,[02:18.645]But when I touched you I could turn you into a girl,[02:32.202]And I could love you wildly, girly, wildly, girly, boundlessly, wildly.