Hanging Wall

Maybe because she's invited

The host waits in line to see

Leaving the room for the exile

A sleeping land mine

And no replys to the hanging wall

If we colide

We miss the guide-lines we speak of

Call me thief after a bargain

Or give me something more to see

Point blank at a riot

And hide your loved one

And no replys to the hanging wall

If we colide we miss the guide-lines

That's how you work on black stars

I travel through fireworks

Twilight's lonely crowned, suddenly down

Mr. Right is so upside down, he drowns

Missing his minor role in a nervous breakdown

Suddenly down

And no replys to the hanging wall

If we colide

We miss the guide-lines we speak of

Last night I dreamed of a long-run ride

Through skins of suede

Where we lay down above water mark

I broke the mirror

Don´t mind if you take the stage

Last night I dreamed of our love

With no replys to the hanging wall

Please no replys, runners lose control

If we colide

We miss the guide-lines we speak of

Miguel Guedes

(Blind Zero)

Luna Park, 2010

pintura de Edvard Munch