Well Scorpio you came in there were not words to take your place Will it be the Eagle, or the Serpent? Are you getting any older, though you're closer to the grave Each day sit like a stranger, waiting in dark places patiently Waiting for eruption, waiting for creation, awaiting explanation of the mysteries Waiting on the promise of a life so far away, Waiting for a woman to come and knock upon your door And you wonder what you want her there for
So now have another glass of wine, another cigarette For your lips they don't feel pleasure anymore Could you recognize an honest case, now could you separate So many lives that you have graced and whispered before Hungry for connection, or was it just replacement Falsifying flesh to fit a role that needs to play Are you lying to reflections, Are the strangers that you find sleeping next to you just shadows of your own self indulgent mind And now you hear her footsteps falling just in time
Well it's the nighttime and I'm lonely, Well of course you are, she said Don't you think it's time to introduce yourself To your hands, they are your hands, your words, they are your words Expecting to be born is just another sad song Waiting for an emotion, awaiting reproduction, awaiting conversations with your enemies Waiting for a time I hope is not so far away Waiting for the moment you don't sing along When you don't sing along
We'll go back and tell the children, Do not be afraid, explain to them, This skin is just a mask I wear for now, so I can recognize my voice It is so heavy, but it suits me so that if I should remove it, what then would replace it? The Eagle, or the Serpent