Domingo por la mañana, Antennas To Heaven, Redlight, pura poesía para despertarte

Esta la letra:

Redlight flickers in the dark Throwing her electric shapes on the screen A world of tiny coloured spots A world lacking that final dimension And he watches, over tables and drawers that aren’t his He watches her flicker, illuminate, glance down at him from mounted on the wall He watches because he trusts it He trusts the walls without pictures and the surfaces without photographs He trusts the sound of a zip over that of a door He trusts the lock and key not being his And the faceless cards that would let anybody in if they chose Because he chose He chose

She speaks only in silence Without words, her mere presence is a sound A dull hum that is there but not She is only redlight While he is emptiness A card with a printed name An unsigned dotted line An empty mini bar A forgotten badge crumpled on a forgotten lapel But he has redlight every night Redlight, wallpaper and minty breath Because in the morning she is always gone And then he has to abc 1 his way to the car with a smile And he will find foreign roads And speak to static with a finger in his ear He will find painted smiles that don’t sign And cheap wit cards to be crumpled in his wallet He will drink spirits from paper cups He will drink and laugh at the third dimension of the bar And let the bar staff read his name to feel at home He will find all of this and nothing else He will find it and he will trust it He will find it and he will trust it He will find it and he will trust it Because there is redlight in every turnoff on his road.

Domingo por la mañana, Antennas To Heaven, Redlight, pura poesía para despertarte

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