An empty road and a rusted skynAn abandoned mardi grasnYou led me to a mountaintopnSo I could see it allnYour salty kiss, you promised thisnThat I could have you allnAnd now with you here by my sidenI will never fallnnSo show me where it hurtsnI'll kiss it so it don't get any worsenA ticker tape parade, the traffic barricadesnwaiting on a long motorcadenI will be the car and all the bodyguardsnI will be the silence in your eyesnI will be your aid, I will serenadenI will be your motorcadennAn effigy of MaximonnI've come to make my wishnA hole was drilled where his mouth was filled with wine and cigarettesnA muggy night, a fire bright and a reggae band plays IsraelitesnYou on my armnYour addictive charmsnYou're like heroin to me tonightnnThe driver veers, grinds the gearsnThe sky is dripping rednYou scratch your last minute vows in an old cigar box lidnNight falls, the engine stalls in this Guatemala chicken busnThey took it all, my watch our rings, but they were simply things to us