‘Could not refresh feed’ the epitaph read, all cookies accepted no heed to play dead. A Syrian singer sang it's time to say goodbye, a backing track blaring the street pigeons all cried. Well I heard you'd been taken unexpectedly so having just cleaned your teeth having dressed in clean clothes like a flu the spanish or the new with a sycophantic point to prove you move whistling the refugee blues.
As the cold beats down on Rome
The woman in black lays fresh traps on the railway tracks
She postponed every newness that I'd ever known
Day and night she patrols the avenue of flowers
The train rushes forward seeking into the night
See it ricochet forever between pillar and plight
I play the role of a joker, flatten my hair with a comb
Resembling something from the mind of a drunken Sergio Leone
Now what shall we do to keep the lady at bay
If we can't go outside and simply laugh in the rain
As the cold beats down on Rome
The woman in black lays fresh traps on the railway tracks
She postponed every newness that I'd ever known
Day and night she patrols the avenue of flowers.