El Fantasma Del Quinto Piso
Skay
The Ghost of the Fifth Floor
Fifth floor, hotel south
It's been a while since it started
Footsteps echoing in my head
The fog is thick all around.
There's a dragon on the wall
And the wall is melting away
The dragon flaps its wings
And flies slowly over me.
I run down the stairs
Finally out to the street
I see no one, no streets either
What the hell is going on here?
Nothing above, nothing below.
Suddenly I'm back in the same hotel room
The same street, the same noise again.
Through the window, I see a crowd
And on the sidewalk, the remains of a dragon.
