Tomorrow I have to bury my father
And the weather man says it will rain...

The complications of missing you
Did not escape me...

There is a place in my room
Where sometimes the light falls...

Two nights ago I fetched,
A glass from my cupboard...

I am in Regent's Park.
Away from the omphalos, you know...

All around the dark attic room they play
The sad songs and slow and beautiful...

If every time we agree to disagree
On whether life is a decisive walk...

Once again the night has come,
It strips me of my sleep...

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

Why does the normality of a day
Continue to elude my mind and hands...

We are no longer homesick for the places we have...
For the moments of disappointment and the dark...

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