There's no sound, no one aroundnHalf the sun's gone undergroundnAll the dead still hold their headsnBut their old weeping won't resoundnAs we drag our western talksnDown thousand year old blocksnVesuvius looks ashamednThat he ever lost his mindnAnd that people now spend time excavating his ragenKiss my mouth, leave me no doubts nWith antiquated gestures nownThere's no sound, no one aroundnThat lurid moon in peeking outnAnd your steps they seem to rhymenSo perfectly with minenAs we pass through ancient gatesnAnd I'm whistling at stray dogsnAnd you're laughing on my armnJust waiting for the trainnOut by parallel lines I try to make sensenOf that strange pulsing there in my wristnBut you don't bother to guessnYou're not confused to be blessednYou're just smiling so thankful to exist