Luz Vaga

Wandering light, crooked light, your cross
Can't get out of bed, my light
From the living room, from the bedroom

Stack the words
Change the amount, of the modal subject
The tension's normal
The lip outside the mouth,
The mouth outside the evil

Your eyes aren't human
Your air escapes upwards
You've got your leg in the concrete,
You've got your hand in thought

Cyclops, cycle tourism
On the outside, in the crack of the abyss
Imaginary that refers, to where I haven't been yet

Invitation to the Universe
With your own camera
I close the light in one eye
Nail the board to the feeling

Sound of the house, when you're not here...

I danced to see you here,
I know nothing else can help me
Is it from the ninth floor? Yeah
I wanted to ask for help, but my tongue was dead
Who knows! I stopped looking,
I've got a burning rope, about to ignite
You can't take me seriously.
I'll jump in your place.

I know nothing else can help me

Slow down
Put the handkerchief to your mouth
Stay in the line of the head-on crash
It's not a disease, it's an animal
A noise made in the act of pretending
To be bad, even while sleeping