Absence

The white carpet was sown on my city's tiles
My guts were loaded with a holy child
Feverish absence in the bird's death time
There's too much alcohol at the mercy of the window shops
And the sun's refusing to drench me
On the road, gorged with flowers – no doubt, I've lingered on my way
A cup in the hand, outlet fading
The hopes without bends
The quest with no returns
And the bleeding rose, the reigning madness

Here I'm dead
And dancing the silence
Ringing the bells
It is never enough
Always to much yet
Majestuous absence
From now on I don't know nothing
From now on I'm mad
Majestuous absence

Sigh, ecstasy, delirium
Lonely the nights slashed of phases
It's never enough, always too much yet
There is a depth in the small of my hand
'Cause I've heard a flute singing in the distance
I don't know where
'Cause I don't know nothing, from now on I'm mad
Voiceless, word by word
I'm building bridges and scaffolds

Here I'm dead
And dancing the silence
Ringing the bells

Here I'm dead
A grin on my face
A feather as an autograph
And dancing the silence and ringing the bells
Majestuous absence
And ringing the silence and gloaming the bells
Majestuous absence
Majestuous absence