you walk along the roadside far but dont know where you do not cross the road distant visions stand so beckoning and terifying and some part of you will shout
No tiene duende - o o o o o Don't bore just burn
the moth beats on the dirty glass wants to go out the light is looming in the dark Do you open the window, d'you let it fly away when some part of you will say
No tiene duende? - o o o o o Don't bore just burn
you look in the mirror and do not notice any changes Days go by, you're still expect but if you scrape the skin off with a piece of broken glass when some part of you will chant
the moth has gone! the moth has gone! she roams outside the moth has gone! 'cause