If vanished
it’d reemerge in me
assumed dead
yet reborn
Downpour, clear, downpour
and a kid would conceive
hearing a voice, and there’s a tango
a whisper of white neckerchiefs
Those times were no good
those mores were bad
till twenty five years ago
but you existed, without even existing
If vanished
it’d reemerge in me
assumed dead and there it is born
hear hear life is reborn
Those times were no good
those mores were bad
till twenty five years ago
but you existed
Those times were no good
those mores were bad
till twenty five years ago
but you existed, without even existing