And the roof is not there anymore
trees came squeakin’ at night ,
then bugs came by and ate all the pride
The priest’s is all alone. He wakes up at midnight desperate in pijamas, sadly fools reality and his eyes are sinking as he lifts up his grail to bring back old memories of the good times...
Since no one fears, no one tightens silvered crucifixes to asume safety
No more thirst of protection, no more kisses on the cheeks
The radio plays a never ending sad, cold song
but no one seems to care
Over there on the mountains, they were monkeys
now there’are only bones, drifting, drifting alone
In the library, the old dusty clock’s melting the hours
going backwards- zigzags, zigzags-
Lord don’t slow me down
for this town never seemed to change
and suddenly changed and became the same
as the years went by, as their stories rolled on the same trail
Those who went to the movies stayed there forever, watching the same old movie again and again, with eyes wide openned, dried...
-I strumbbled-
...Some remained even after death came by
Every since the sun went down and never came back,
As he faced his promise, he sat and poundered:
i’ll never wash my golden steps in this sad, black old sea.
And so, the dying fishes in the corner kept dying as usual,
dying, slidind to another day…
