Cold like a salt statue..

in a a crystal masuleum.

Dry to the bone in reason of weeping

And dead like Tiberius in his prison

All in ruins like Parthenon,

alone like Columbus ended up.

Pallid like the Mona Lisa,

soured like a lemon,

wrinkled like an acordion.

Like the Spinx when it lost its nose...

Like ALexander the Great without

his sword and shield.

Like a poor Christian stuck in Roman Emperialism.

I look for something I can answer

Because I'm tired of thinking.

How is it that the seconds pass...

and I survive this universal flood.

Without much effort...the explanation..

appears in an old drawer.

And in less than a single fraction...

It lives again and clad in green is

my heart.

Chorus:

Come back, come back

Come back, come back



That my life slides through a gutter

...that me feet have grown callouses from standing...

...that I don't know how to tell you

that I miss you.

And in these I have passed

more than a year



(Repeat Chorus)



That my lifeboat is

sinking in the muck.

That from anguish

I have bitten my own elbows.

That my world is empty and

boring,

That I die to have you

here with me.