Nothingness

[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]