Name That Tune #20!

"The volume of the sound of our own falsehood
exceeds the volume of anything else
According to your statement, I am not nice
even as the accurate facts are not nice

but outdoors, the fresh atmosphere is so yielding
and telling me all
all

Everything I desire
is this same sensation
this proximity, this sameness
Everything I desire
is this same sensation
the night, it talks to me, I sense its words

The lowest temperature is that of the shutting-up of the main circulatory organ, when everyone requires their spirit to be made independent
But we'd be too cowardly for that.

but outdoors, the fresh atmosphere is so yielding
admitting all wrongdoings
all

Everything I desire
is this same sensation
this proximity, this sameness
Everything I desire
is this same sensation
the night, it talks to me, I sense its words"