Pablo Natario

Earth, sky, scenery. Is she coming back again? Men of straw, snooker hall. Words that build or destroy Dirt dry, […]

Mother, mother There s too many of you crying Oh Brother, brother, brother There s far too many of you

In this proud land we grew up strong We were wanted all along I was taught to fight, taught to

All this weeping in the air, I can tell were about to fall through floating forests in theair Across the

When you get to the bottom You go back to the top of the slide And you stop and you

Today, while on my way I met a man in gray Yesterday Told a story, oh I ve a ring

I just got your letter baby Too bad you can t come home I swear i m goin crazy Sittin

Oh, and where do we go Where do we go from here Where to go To the side of a

Well on a train I met a dame She rather handsome We Kinda looked the same She was pretty from

Stranger, stranger in a strange land. He looked at me like I was the one who should run. We asked

When you move in right up close to me That s when i get the chills all over me Quivers

Back to the cold restless streets at night Talk to myself about tomorrow night. Walls of white protest A gravestone