I entered the church
And saw no one inside
Only the subdued looks of the stucco statues
I know of a place with nothing above
I still think of you.
I should have been wary of the swirly winds
Of those sharp stones under still waters
Of those bits of streams that become ports
I still think of you.
I have been told that everything fades
Hopefully time passes
I would have learned it takes a long time
But time passes, hopefully, hopefully.
I came across the beggar that lost his way
In my rain coat, I look a bit like him
And then I have your image stuck in my eyes
I still think of you.