Lletres: Aztec Camera. Pianos & Clocks.

Well, hello there, sweet to see you
Like your colour, how you doin'?
I've been battered and bewildered
In the beauty of your ruins

Flash, flash and I am blinded
By the fact that you've been born
Feels like fiction life goes on
Brown eyes are gone

Silence is a virtue
I was taught so I agreed
Conversation half forgotten
Is the hole I hold in me

And all our language and expression
Is decimated by decree
The sound of song dies in the dawn
Brown eyes are gone

Descended slowly on the steps of the cathedral
Where I kissed you
Remembered candles lit with meaning I imposed
But that escaped you

With your brown eyes and your blue jeans
I heard the chiming of the clocks
Kick out the shifting shuffling rhythm
Of your docs

Hit the road with my compadre
Saw the city incomplete
We were tossed and torn and tumbled
In your famous foreign streets

I felt so fearless and forgotten
No one numbered nothing neat
The son has shone, we still belong
Brown eyes are gone

So farewell then Senorita
Pianos played and set the tone
I was singing like a servant
To the tune of telephones

I wish you freedom and forgiveness
And a time that is your own
Blue is the colour, mine's the moment
Brown eyes are gone

Blue is the colour, mine's the moment
Brown eyes are gone