Cold like a salt statue.. in a a crystal masuleum. Dry to the bone in reason of weeping And dead like Tiberius in his prison All in ruins like Parthenon, alone like Columbus ended up. Pallid like the Mona Lisa, soured like a lemon, wrinkled like an acordion. Like the Spinx when it lost its nose... Like ALexander the Great without his sword and shield. Like a poor Christian stuck in Roman Emperialism. I look for something I can answer Because I'm tired of thinking. How is it that the seconds pass... and I survive this universal flood. Without much effort...the explanation.. appears in an old drawer. And in less than a single fraction... It lives again and clad in green is my heart. Chorus: Come back, come back Come back, come back
That my life slides through a gutter ...that me feet have grown callouses from standing... ...that I don't know how to tell you that I miss you. And in these I have passed more than a year
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That my lifeboat is sinking in the muck. That from anguish I have bitten my own elbows. That my world is empty and boring, That I die to have you here with me.
