um nocturno de kurt wagner. acredita, foi escrito para ti.

The last time that I came here I came down with a fever

The next day it was gone with the suddenness of 1st arrival

When we all were much younger, were we really different

In the really real world we knew

Last night i saw the sun rise over sleepy Barcelona

Riding on a bus with the road crew from embrace

While everyone was sleeping I noticed a reflection

And saw the age upon my face

The last thing I remember about waking up in Kristiansand

Was gagging on my toothbrush as it wiped across my tongue

And removed a drunken sailor, paid his bar and porno bill

Gonna have to fuckin' hose him down

The clarity is blinding where's the befuddled middleman

The gentle goofus with his comedy and wit

Spaced out in the crowd with the cramped and the cluttered

Falls from his fingers to your hand

The old matchbook trick keeps the table from wobble

Slipped under the short leg steadies the unsteadiness

Of the lopsided conversation makes a solid place to rest

Arms and thoughts upon

[ para a ana rita :) ]