sábado, 11 de febrero de 2017

06 The Jail



White lights dancing on a black wax floor,
sunflowers crying in the darkest room.

Voices shouting behind closed doors,
hummingbirds flying against a big wall of blue.

Sailboats lying where there’s no trace of wind,
reindeers looking for snow in the sand.

Ice cubes drowning in the empty glass,
music coming from my stringless guitar.

Here I am in jail
the same one you’d built with my tied hands.
Sleeping in the Devil’s berth
remembering the mute sound of a crystal bell.

Here I am in jail
the same one I found with my blind eyes.
Standing in front of the truth
I’ve finally understood there are no stars tonight.

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