Rosa has
A dress
Submerged in her mind
And she calls us
“Industrial
Gray rats”
For playing along
I never wanted to be dressed like this
This isn't just any
Party
Guillermo's shoes
Light up with colors
And when he takes her out to dance
Rosa begins to hallucinate
That soon they will take off
Far
Far
They go
They go
And here they're still playing the same waltz
And here they're still playing the same waltz
I would like
To undress
To set this uniform alight
But we are
Industrial
Gray rats
And we always agree
I only have to remember
How they floated while dancing
Hallucinating any other
party
They go
They go
And here they're still playing the same waltz
And here they're still playing the same waltz