See the sun crawling over the sky.
Keep an eye on the surf and the sea and the sand.
Don't you know every night is a stand-off with the fucking horizon...
You had a real time of it.
Staring off into the light.
Hands tied behind your back.
Steel chair giving you shivers.
You've always had a problem flowing down rivers...
See the rain falling down from the sky
to its death, smashed on the street in despair,
somewhere over there I swear!...
You had a real time of it.
Staring off into the light.
Stranded on the carousel.
A cripple from the wreck.
I was ringing a bell's neck, looking for a sign.
"Three stars means I'm losing you,"
says The Night to one of her romances.
The plane lands and everybody dances, it's fine...
You had a real time of it.
Staring off into the light.
Hands tied behind your back.
Steel chair giving you shivers.
You've always had a problem flowing down rivers...
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