La Chispa Adecuada

The words were wasps
And the streets like dunes
When I still wait for you to arrive

In a coffin, I keep your touch and a crown
With your tangled hair
Wanting to find an endless rainbow

My hands that are still made of bone
And your belly tastes like bread
The cathedral that is your body

You were summer and a thousand storms
And I the lion that smiles at the walls
That I have repainted in the same color

I can't distinguish between kisses and roots
I can't distinguish the complicated from the simple
And now you're on my list of promises to forget
Everything burns, if you apply the right spark

The fire that was sometimes my own
The ash always foreign
White sperm sliding down the spine

We are older now, and sincere, and what does it matter
If we look at the lagoon, as they call eternity
Of absence

I can't distinguish between kisses and roots
I can't distinguish the complicated from the simple
And now you're on my list of promises to forget
Everything burns if you apply the right spark

(Du-ru-ru-pan, ru-pan, ru-pan, oh)
With the right spark
Heh, eh-ouh
(Du-ru-ru-pan, ru-pan, ru-pan-pan-pan, oh)

(Du-ru-ru-pan, ru-pan, ru-pan, oh)
With the right spark
Heh, eh-ouh
(Du-ru-ru-pan, ru-pan, ru-pan-pan-pan, oh)

The right spark