[ Featuring Javier Lastres Pacheco, D-ende CR ]
Day Three
Of the second month
The rain gave up
Time to hit the club
I saw him dragging about
Hungry like a dying star
full of dwarfed doubt
Did I lose my keys
"Momma please"
Not the pillow again
Can you let us in?
But the yelling behind the doors
Was more than all the nights before
Some kind of: "Hell full of angels
The angels are falling
Slip and sliding karma comes, karma goes
Iheard it from the one who said: "as above so below"
But never trust a kid to be caring for the fallen
Angels here, angels no more
The angels are falling
24 years
Of dodging fears
His feathers grew wings
As he waited for the great wind
Many were relieved but he heard THE CALL
The angels are falling
(when they get up again, something's not right)
"She kept watching him even when she was through cutting the onions and she kept on watching until it was no longer possible for her to see him, because then he was no longer an annoyance in her life but an imaginary dot on the horizon of the sea..
.... what my mother didn't see was her son
Riding the enormous wings
Of a Very Old Man
