The Riddle Of Master Lu (Pictures Of High End Quality) Poem by Pierre Rausch

You lay the designer sheets down on the floor
You're blowing air into your hands
You're making some money off your films
And it isn't because of the fierce wind

Breathe in, breathe out
And call an ambulance
Like they're on a train
And said the same words

Your eyebrows are waxed
You took me to a Sushi restaurant
An opportunity to work through
You love making films, that's your passion

Breathe in, breathe out
And call an ambulance
Like they're on a train
And said the same words

Breathe in, breathe out
And call an ambulance
Like they're on a train
And said the same words

A panorama lift inside the box
The waves splash, the river flows
Two mannequin murderers, I have recognized
And might lead to a confession

Breathe in, breathe out
And call an ambulance
Like they're on a train
And said the same words

Breathe in, breathe out
And call an ambulance
Like they're on a train
And said the same words