It is as if I am on a sun-melted island,
forgotten by the tv, I - naked deaf and an apostle - me
And droplets of sweat and clam-like-people
Notes of latino music, and broken Russian.
Some sort of decorations, and bandaged head
The daggers dug in deep
and I am all wound up
Rockets, rockets, rockets
Fly far far away, far, far, away
And its as if i have shot all the last bits
The smell of September, with rain getting into the open window
And droplets of sweat and clam-like-people
Notes of latino music, and broken Russian.
Some sort of decorations, and bandaged head
The daggers dug in deep
and I am all wound up
Rockets, rockets, rockets
Fly far far away, far, far, away