insurgentes (mexico)

holy mother of the simple one

you can smile at me and bring me down

you betray your thoughts

all your prayers to naught

and out of breath you speak in tongues

and out of death

your work is done

and your dream absolves

and your path dissolves

when your cradle rocks

her love comes down

all the pretty lies you prance around

and your dream absolves

and your path dissolves