The city is the heart of it all
My soul's crumpled up balls of paper
Wearing down my eyes
Darkness covering
Smells of over-planning but too many cars
My own monotonous taste
And words and engines spread out across the map
He held me the way his kisses tasted, sweet enveloping softness
As if we were Aeneas and Dido, knowing Carthage will be alone soon
He didn't hold me at all
The city is beautiful at night
Overtaken by incessant narcolepsy and a skaggy-bawed existence
Because the sun didn't like you Hey Jesus, Do you remember that sound?
The engineered cities of death and resurrection
Dark alleys that saved and inspired
I swam through the fire but my eyes got burned
What a silly one, that girl
She'll be here again tomorrow but maybe not for much longer
The neon crosses, the batty moon
We have to leave to find the way to where we are Chicle en la basura
The treetops smile down on us in the midst of their solitude
And their branches embrace it all
