Cold as a salt statue
In a crystal mausoleum
Dry to the bone from crying
And dead like Tiberius might be in his crate
All in ruins like the Parthenon
Alone like Columbus ended up
Pale as a Mona Lisa
Wrinkled like an accordion
Like the Sphinx when it lost its nose
Without his sword and without his dart
Like a poor Christian in the middle of the Roman Empire
I look for something that can answer
Because I'm tired of thinking
How the seconds go by
And I survive this universal flood
With no more effort the explanation
Appears in an old drawer
And in less than a single fraction
The heart comes back to life and dresses in green
Like the Sphinx when it lost its nose
Without his sword and without his dart
Like a poor Christian in the middle of the Roman Empire
That my life slides down a drain
That my feet from standing still have calluses
I don't know how to tell you anymore that I miss you
And I've already spent over a year in this
That my boat is sinking in the mud
That from anguish I've bitten myself up to the elbows
That my world is empty and boring
That I'm dying to have you here with me