Avenue Of Flowers

(álbum: Isolation Tapes, Vol. 3 - Catalonia - 2021)

"Could not refresh feed," the epitaph read
All cookies accepted no heed to play dead
A Syrian singer sang it's time to say goodbye
A backing track blaring
The street pigeons all cried

Well I heard you'd been taken, unexpectedly so
Having just cleaned your teeth
Having dressed in clean clothes
Like a flu, the Spanish or the new
With a sycophantic point to prove
You move, whistling the refugee blues

As the cold beats down on Rome
The woman in black lays fresh traps on the railway tracks
She postponed every newness that I'd ever known
Day and night, she patrols the avenue of flowers

The train rushes forward seeking into the night
See it ricochet forever between pillar and plight
I play the role of a joker, flatten my hair with a comb
Resembling something from the mind of a drunken Sergio Leone
Now what shall we do to keep the lady at bay?
If we can't go outside and simply laugh in the rain

As the cold beats down on Rome
The woman in black lays fresh traps on the railway tracks
She postponed every newness that I'd ever known
Day and night, she patrols the avenue of flowers
The avenue of flowers
The avenue of flowers