Lisbon

Empty streets I walk and walk Aimed at the lonely riverside There's nothing to think of, just stand there Just stand there and quietly stare At the water at my feet Struggling to flow down my face While my favorite music plays. Empty streets I walked and walked To the sound of a desolate trumpet Played by a mask hidden puppet Crying please drop a little stone To take the sorrow off these bones! And miles and miles I walked alone.. A stranger stopped me and said please, Would you come for a cup of tea? But fear and cold won over warmth; I turned my back, made something up And all alone I pursued to walk Through empty streets in the twilight. Who knows what could it be Of the stranger who wanted tea? Maybe a swindler or a thief, Or maybe someone just needing company Two blue eyes wanting to talk And to maybe come along my walk, And listen, Listen to me, Something I'll eternally need. But I said no, and continued to walk Through empty streets at the twilight. I've seen love, I've seen hate I've seen the world in this tiny place By walking along the same old streets... I've been smiled at, been ignored But I've never stopped my walk Through empty streets down and up Alone with ghosts and dreams and thoughts I see the people who I love Appearing and fading in the air... Drown in coffee and illusion, I walk behind the fake profusion Of a life in the other shore I never doubted I would adore. But for the first time I am scared; Scared of not being myself Something so easy to prevent, Yet so hard to understand... I live in illusion! Like my sisters and my brothers. And talking about the others, Hand in hand I see two lovers: Something I have never tasted Because so far I've only waited, Waited while my life's on pause. But what's a pause without a dream? It's a guitar without a string! It's endless time without a clock, It's the empty streets I walk. But still, in the riverside's horizon Empty as it is, or full as it may seem A little boat remains there floating For all of us still hoping For a glimmer, for a light There at the lonely riverside Hope of one day walking back The empty streets, no longer black.