Díganle

Today, after a long stretch, everything will be
Gone, and I have to take off and fly to
A new sky, and I’m leaving my
Body a-a-a- ah in the mountains
Or in the city, they’ll call, they’ll see
Mud ports, and I’m leaving
Your eyes when I look at them more, and the desert
Will erase all the memories
The data from the final mother will keep
Printing in a bank of fog
Ah, and if the avalanche comes crashing down, I’m
Going to sleep; you’ll hear a noise
In another room like a mammoth that’s about
To be born; if it’s awake, turn it over, uncover it
It has a single tear, and that’s how the sea falls
And soon it will forget
Tell him, tell him
Tell him to go find his eternal friend
Everyone with their laser fibers
Keep going through the morning without counting each day
Ah, it’s so early that I’m not sleepy anymore
The melodies have all left
And I’m leaving your hands
Like the wind oh oh oh oh.