See the pyramids along the Nile
See the moon in old Tangiers
See the teeth in my mouth
Feel the smile that taste like years

I walk, you talk, she stalks still

In the town of tears
soft clay and quiet fears
and the days are meant for sleeping

But her hair is on fire
she told me to trust her
but she's a liar
and she walks just like a cat

The quiet quiet of her cold bed
and the heat of her breath
left no surprises
about what was left

In through open basement doors
through dreams of dark air
our silence always means more
than the secrets that can't be shared

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BRIAN KEITH WARFIELD, MACLEAN ROBINSON, MIGUEL JONTEL PIMENTEL