On the roof chimneys grin
Smoking their pipes like bitter winds
forever

There's nothing now
But broken glass
Shot to the touch
Nothing lasts like Romeo dressed in rags
I'm dancing like them
To the ring of the bell
Night is here ashes fall down
I'm waiting for you
Like a rose on a ground in Timbuktu

Afternoons my arms are filled
Emptiness my heart is stilled 
forever

Flowers sway between the cracks
Laughing like kids from the side of the tracks
Where love will chant
And saxophones cried like the wind
From the top of the hill
Night in here [bad word] down
I'm waiting, waiting for you
Like a rose on the ground in Timbuktu

You will pass by
As my hand trembles
Tea cup falls to the floor