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[Verse 1]
and the man wore his cloak
to protect his deaf hands
and burnt hips from the sun,
and on his shoulders
he carried ancient relics of a single war
[verse 2]
as he advanced with a slow and bruised step
like a lumpy furrow
while his faded lips chanted old and tears
undecided about what to do
[pre-chorus]
and the man was wearing his cloak
and hadn't breathed for months in that sterile air of the latrine,
regardless of the acacia thorns
[chorus]
and he was pulling the edges of his cloak
to cover his torn head,
talking to himself about that woman
who invaded his thoughts
and that for him it was a flood
and for her it was nothingness
[guitar solo]
[drum solo]
[Verse 3]
and the man wore his cloak
without any effort
and his words vibrated in the air
as if they had never been said
and as he walked
he curved his shoulder blades
like the beating of stumped wings
but not even that gave respite
to the hoarse voice of the woman
who slipped between her dreams
and the wind of the motionless tents,
[Hook]
therefore he prayed to his gods, swearing softly and laughing loudly
[Big Finish]
while the dragon crouched
under his limestones
under the weight of the red fabric.
and the wind of the motionless tents,
[Hook]
therefore he prayed to his gods, swearing softly and laughing loudly
[pre-chorus]
and the man was wearing his cloak
and hadn't breathed for months in that sterile air of the latrine,
regardless of the acacia thorns
[chorus]
and he was pulling the edges of his cloak
to cover his torn head,
talking to himself about that woman
who invaded his thoughts
and that for him it was a flood
and for her it was nothingness
[Big Finish]
while the dragon crouched
under his limestones
under the weight of the red fabric.
[end]
