Rosalie, I've been waiting all evening 
Possibly years, I don't know. 
Counting the passing hours 
Everything merges with the night. 

I stand on the beach, giving out descriptions 
Different for everyone I see. 
Since I just can't remember 
Longer than last September.

Santiago, under the volcano, 
Floats like a cushion on the sea. 
Yet I can never sleep here 
Everything ponders in the night.

Rosalie, we've been talking all summer 
Picking the straw from our clothes. 
See how the breeze has softened 
Everything pauses in the night.