These melting clocks and Mona Lisa smiles
Mixed up in the squares of Picasso’s lies...
I ran to your house,
I threw open the door...
More prized then life or gold,
To fetch this gem everything is to be sold...
Shes laying there,
the model for red...
It’s been almost a year,
Since I came and found you that way...
Another murder,another sin,
oh! my dear cousin why were you the victim...
That night you were found,
Your life came unbound...
The old man sits
His hands aged from waiting...
Sarah is a little girl
with a handicapped dad...
Everyone has his or her own story
To make us cry to make us happy...
Having thrown a few clothes in a bag,
I left this place long ago, and began to roam...
Over the ocean under the sea
I search for your smile...