Album: SIRENA (2002)





Patience,

hasty

You'll race off the taste of

These precious times

A scattered thing

Wont pay you no mind



Tell me,

slowly

They were the reasons

That was the war

The kind of hurt

Don't hurt you no more



Cos its easy

You're leaving no feeling

Just remnants of revealing

Fragments of the truth

And its allright

If its all run by crazies

There's small consolation

There's no medication

For all of your blues



Hungry,

thirstin'

At a table that's bursting

A privelaged haul

Impressive things

Don't take you no more



Loaded,

shipwrecked

A cigarette,

delicate

Like a lighted fuse

A sullen thing

A furious ruse