My shining hour has come upon me here
The moment lingers
Reflections, of the river passing by
Reflections, of the place between
Where do we go?
Not sure if I know
But still in
(Hey, look there...so strange...)
Through the walls, I can hear them
Small cheroot, black hat, cold eyes
(Malpaso man)
Pointed boots, no heart,
(Move up) To a different sound
(Move up) To a higher
I really don't know much better
There's nothing I can tell
Lost amongst the crowd
On the torso's pumping iron
A man with
See him move across the burning sand in the day
Shall we?
Yes, go on
No, you
Alright
Wake up
They're moving
They still see me
T
The siren screams to start the dayYou get up early
Deperir a gris - deperir a gris.One man on a
My painted face is chipped and chackedMy mind seems to
A blade in the back, don't please attackA knife in
Travelling with no destinationno place to go.Nameless towns with faceless
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