Rose-tinted wine
Landscapes painted without the sunspots
I'm living on borrowed time
As each shadow makes its cycle
The clock has lost its arms
And every alarm is constantly delayed
My scratched-up sunglasses are cataracts
Decay always in view
Every tire mark veering off the road
Mark those who traveled this path before us
Every broken heart who couldn't learn to love it all
Every country transmission line that stand like trench coats
Days and nights spent in parallel sleep
Work and unwinding
Unwind every last strand in my stash
Please tell me that the light saved up in my eyes
Kept away from Campania's plaza signs
Are enough to buy a stash no longer replenished