How can I keep these wanton memories,
That every night I sleep come and rob me...

Tonight the night behind the stars is that much...
The whites are so much whiter beside the black...

Drip - Drip - Drip.
Drip is the sound of life...

I know these words are simple
And that they do not all rhyme...

Once again the night has come,
To rob me of my sleep...

Walking home the voices of thoughts keep me...
My feet find their path, but my mind is lost to...

The complications of missing her
Do not escape me...

My heartbeats are erratic and fast,
And my existence relies on an irregular beat...

You are like these flowers
gentle and wonderful...

Nooses of time gently drape around our collarbones
Casting shadows between the hollows of our skin...

Come in, but be quiet
The rest of the house is asleep...

There is something in the jet-black,
I think it swallows the Spanish sun...