There's no sound, no one around

Half the sun's gone underground

All the dead still hold their heads

But their old weeping won't resound

As we drag our western talks

Down thousand year old blocks

Vesuvius looks ashamed

That he ever lost his mind

And that people now spend time excavating his rage

Kiss my mouth, leave me no doubts

With antiquated gestures now

There's no sound, no one around

That lurid moon in peeking out

And your steps they seem to rhyme

So perfectly with mine

As we pass through ancient gates

And I'm whistling at stray dogs

And you're laughing on my arm

Just waiting for the train

Out by parallel lines I try to make sense

Of that strange pulsing there in my wrist

But you don't bother to guess

You're not confused to be blessed

You're just smiling so thankful to exist