Ex noche
Ella Es Tan Cargosa
From the Night Before
once again the morning light
finds us in the best of what was the night before
through the window, all the glow
of that red sphere that people call the sun
now we have to go back, look with modesty
the platform taken over by guys with their bags
how many more years of sleeping upside down
of watching everything turn to pumpkin?
time slips away
picks up so much speed
with the years I learned
when we’re having a good time,
the clocks are racing
in a little while
they're gonna fight
a bunch of black capoeira in my head
we're gonna pay
with our bodies in cash
the wreckage of this Christmas Eve in spring
we both stepped out
six twenty and the sun's already blazing
your dress in full light
has a somewhat cosmic vibe,
beneath the blue morning
how it’s gonna hurt from the night before
