No Camilia... You're no fool you need me. Poison is the wind swell. Maybe I could love the three of you. Last thing I need from you is another heartless lay, but who am I, who am I to notice. Twenty-two is outside, inside you're all pink. Hallways filled with windows. Maybe I could love the three of you. No Camilia, you're no fool, you need me. Poison is the wind swell. Maybe I could love the three of you.