A Memory, The Spinning of a Body • Nonkilling 2

No I don't think I wanna know
Don't think I want to settle out
The fire came way after the smoke
Guilt came way before any debt

How could I hurt you?
I ask you, if no one had entered the room
Then who closed the door?
Who watched? With what eyes?

When I left, the blue sky was beaming
This color gave me nothing, reciting a forgetting
A memory, the spinning of a body
The wording of a question, reciting a forgetting

How could I hurt you?
I ask you, if no one had entered the room
Then who closed the door?
Who watched? With what eyes?

How could I hurt you?
I had to, to say I'm good enough for you
Who closed the door?
Who acts? Who decides?

When I left, the blue sky was beaming
This color gave me nothing, reciting a forgetting
A memory, the spinning of a body
The wording of a question, reciting a forgetting