Saul looked straight at the wall
Said, "I'm just not ready for love...
I'm just not ready for love"
And I said, "Is that a man, woman or a rock?"
And he said it had the curvature of a rock
But that a lack of light served to obscure the stone
When we stepped out onto the street
It was night-time and we
Were enveloped by metropolitan energy
As we made our way from his apartment to Dawn
He had a certain joie de vivre
A nullifying quality
And the paling city was pretty much nebulous
As was Saul in lights dodging that streetcar
As I rightly cursed the brevity of being free
Eu lembro-me claramente
Ele tinha um casaco de couro preto
E um boné
Ele era o meu amigo mais próximo
Compreendes?
Dawn would've seen it in me
Our very own Aphrodite!
She'd say, "You look awfully flushed
Now, come over here and let me brush you up..."
As I look back at that fleeting point in time
When I gauged time as a form of currency
It strikes me that for however long it took to travel
I had given myself up for the sake of Dawn