Cause Past Hasn’t Left Me No Angel - No house longs for you

( A Dialogue) (Part One)

Can’t reach my expression...

Remember love?

Remember being not dead?

Remember feeling pure sadness?

Is there some point of love in my eyes?

Some flash of faith in my smile?

Could I raise a torch around my space,

Following my time?

Could I bring a matter of lonely grace?

Burning sufocated nights...

Could I hold my ground?

Could I extend to you the bitterness of my fingers?

Cause, hey, I’m tired.

Think I won’t bring any joy anyway.

Think I’m not going anywhere special.

Think I’m not going to ask why,

Not going to preserve any imagination.

I’m not going to change memories

Or deserve any warm loving look.

Think I’m just going to turn me down now,

Not going any beautiful place anyway...

Not going to create any light,

Not going to conceive anything good.

So, just leaving now.

Gonna walk till I get there,

Till I crash cars,

Till I find no other way

To keep on insisting with this being of mine.

So, gonna wander a little more now...

Cause past hasn’t left me no angel...

So, maybe now, gonna see you on the other side,

Maybe gonna break the night now...

Cause my heaven doesn’t open its goodbyes

From the inside.

So, maybe gonna go out

And follow some lines on the streets,

Maybe gonna bleed my voice into no one’s heart.

When I miss even feeling sorrow.

Think not gonna say anything useful now...anyway...

So, just gonna go,

Inside out,

Chasing no shadow,

Completing no circle,

Just going...

Full of nothing I’ve left behind...

(Part Two)

Worthless page of nothing at all,

Trap of no calculation...

Just go, bear away and destroy all of your

Scraps of naught,

Your shadows of damaged wounds that grew

From the lack of life under your own skin...

Break and destress your house,

And know: no arms are waiting for you,

And don’t rush yourself,

There are no wishes for you in any house,

Don’t dare carrying any instrument of hope,

Not even think you’ve got the right to love.

Just go, no one is going to awake inside you anyway...

Storm out this intoxicated existence,

Straight to a wind that couldn’t know its way back

Go and build any out of control given day,

Not even the ground wants you sleeping on it.

Go and tear all your skills apart,

Become the underframe image of emptiness,

Don’t be so naive to think this will be the end...

By the way, can you see any hero inside your tales?

Any freedom that shed light on you?

Just go, cause the sun disdains you...

And find out that the crazy diamond has ruined itself long ago,

And that your family tree has fell out of its roots

For long and dry years now...

And there’s no architecture of any good cause

That waits for you at any path.

Go and try to steal any color to your veins,

Or let them fade away among the stars,

Go back to where they belong,

Somewhere above, not managing your system...

Now you are as hollow as the hearts of

The ones you just can’t reach...