A story of sadness
and of bad luck...

Won't you sit by my side?
Let's silently pray...

I've always seen the spirit of chivalry
as the silent, aborted child...

Well who really cares about
the personal introspections...

Well they say a man's got
two eyes for looking...

Mi querida, te amo.
You're my love, my life...

I woke up this morning.
It's been six months...

Wind appears random,
but follows a greater law...

I had hoped we'd be strung along,
as if life were a blustery day...

Bejeweled chalices shine on the floor,
great tapestries hang from wall to wall...

My thoughts turn
to the roads...

It seems so long
since I've gone away...