viernes, octubre 15, 2010

Watch her disappear - Tom Waits

Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you 
And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress 
Wearing your sunset of purple tightly woven around your hair
That rose in strangled ebony curls 
Moving in a yellow bedroom light
The air is wet with sound
The faraway yelping of a wounded dog
And the ground is drinking a slow faucet leak (...) 

And I hear a banjo tango
And you dance into the shadow of a black poplar tree
And I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared...