Didn´t hallucinate, it wasn´t strange
Inside the lines I drew, been staying in my lane

Wasn´t assigned to me, I´m not to blame
Brown bottles of Jameson, grey ashes in a tray I put out

Got cancer sick, got on a plane
Visited the Vatican to watch the pontiff wave
And he say, “Benedicente, benedicente, benedicente"
On a long hot Sunday

Got to get out of here, I can´t remain
Limbs, they hang like chandeliers from alcohol and age
Down in the weeds again, tough to explain
Mattress soaked in gasoline makes iridescent flames; I lay down

I´ll ask my love, what will she say?
What´s it like to live with me here every fucking day?
But she stays; “Agotante, agotante, agotante”
In her most gentle way

Still think of New York every time
I see your face now, it just feels like another life
I´m up late with an imaginary pain
Always did come in waves
All that´s constant is that change

Just grab the kids real quick, can´t start the car
Fading like a photograph, your taillights in the dark
There´s nothing left no more to tear apart
Agonies are infinite and sympathies just aren´t; they run out

I´ve seen that void, tried not to stare
There´s bodies in the Bataclan, there´s music in the air
And they sing, “Éphémère, éphémère, éphémère…”
And “Wish You Were Here”

Enough blood to fill up this fish bowl

Keep swimming around
The exit´s blocked, there´s nowhere to go
All these same fears, year after year
All the old ones reappear
Only difference is you´re not here