Love in a Waiting Room


If there is a song in my heart
I don’t know how it goes
But the wonderings in my head
I don’t mind having those

Reality rides on a breeze
While the hammer falls on a nail
We’d like to know how we got here
Before setting out again to sail

He carries a weapon of death
As if it were a pack of cigarettes
In the world gone mad
Where are the good and the bad

The tall lady in a somber coat
Exuding with sweet perfume
If that smile turned into a word
We might even fall in love

Rome, 1 3 2006