The walls the walls are coming down,
the here and now is coming round
It will some day let you down
The ships the ships are coming in, the great ideas are wearing thin
There is nothing left to do

ontem à tarde

Watcha drinking? Rum or whiskey?

finalmente o papel de parede

My body is a cage
That keeps me from dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key

Lhasa De Sela

A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're happy
And I meet you at the cemetery gates
Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side