You wake to the song of crows On that rarified street row Where even the trees stand prouder than the rest You took your coat and fled Leaving evenings brocade dress Hanging like a banshee from the oaken chest Oh Manon, lay your cool hands down And gather night up in your daybreak arms And when the season finally turns You'll see that everything's unlearned You're standing naked in the town Oh Manon, those wet black leaves like pirate flags They sail their branches on a wild wind fast They think they're journeying towards the fabled stars But they forgot that they are bound by roots and trunks and sodden earth... You left the dim light to contend with early Mars You left what couldn't be still dreaming in the dark Oh you and I, Manon, were captives from the start We are sisters of this longing that's the keeper of our hearts Pilgrims of this sorrow, with our flags nailed to the past With your will set You light a cigarette And watch the smoke make faces pensive and uncertain Waiting for the train In that cathode station cafe The rain is lowered like a last act curtain You draw his mouth in coffee Paper for his hair
And the the chorus line sings: "He's not here" But you Manon will fill these broken lungs with air "Miseria Cantare"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
