Stop to Contemplate the Sky
We may both rejoice, let’s contemplate the sky
Recuperate my eyes, which I’ve been wasting on
These fickle streetlights, sugar canes,
Milk teeth, suns, weeds
Hold these timid, fumbling hands of mine
Skip these houses, and these too, and these too
Let’s contemplate the sky
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We’ll soon be at so-and-so stop, let’s contemplate the sky
We’ll yell at the driver and he’ll let us off
The darkness is fine like this, well done God
Let everyone sleep, that’s good; that pleases me
The thieves, the policemen, the rich, the poor; let them sleep
Let everyone sleep, except for you, except for me
We’ll be when everyone’s gone, let us not sleep
We’re drunk anyway, we’ll kiss on the streets anyway
Let me be, let’s contemplate the sky
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I don’t know what’s with these hands of yours, let’s contemplate the sky
As I hold them I grow stronger; more crowded
These nostalgic eyes of yours, they look as if lonely, as if trees
My stare will heat up your waters, they are heating up
I’m taking you to this extravagant place
You had countless windows, I shut them one by one