Cowboys (eng)

The wires dream

about swallows in the spring

I dreamed about my childhood

surrounded by dead things

Awakened by the humming that

machines make when they sleep

At least I woke up smiling

so glad I had a dream



Chorus:

She is waving out of the window

Her smile as red as a wound

and my quiet heart goes to pieces

It's been a lonely year in this room



And I will not ignore you like before

my January promises are more

than words softly spoken



I'm filming now

obsessed with how I look

And everything I told you

was stolen from a book

I read something about kisses in a science magazine

Something they can't capture in the sweetest movie scene



Chorus



And I will not ignore you like before

my January promises are more

than words softly spoken