Dulce Juana

Standing on the corner,
our feet hurt already,
nothing is like before;
not even Juana is what she used to be.

We have a band
and it's not what I thought;
living towards death
without stopping running.

Sweet Juana,
Oh, Oh.

Ghosts of other times
too tired to protest
sitting by the fire
delighting in the cold of home.

You'll see them serving gin
with not much to think about;
you'll see them rolling their cigarettes
and you'll hear them whispering.

Sweet Juana,
Oh, Oh.

All the things we believed in,
oh Juana, are not the same;
maybe they never were,
oh Juana, we misunderstood.

And even though the world is truly dirty,
here we are, the two of us;
the villains don't show their faces
but neither do you nor I.

Because no one with a heart
will want it broken afterwards
and if their performance was good
they won't be able to say they hate it.

Sweet Juana,
Oh, Oh.

Celestial wine and lilies,
I feel in my soul when she smiles.

Sweet Juana,
Oh, Oh.