The sky sheds elegeies

As you pass another cape

A silent company

On a way without repose

Behind the dunes

And the shifting sands of cinnamon

A lost and lonely pavement

Of unconquered sanctuaries

Of untouched reveries echoing

Like leftovers - dragged through time and memory

Like leftovers - that live on as seasons pass

Like leftovers - never let you go

And all that remains

Is moulded in the last light of the setting sun

And all that is retained

Is nothing but an image without words

And all that is means nothing anymore

Not that it was

Always beautiful

Not that it was

Something to hold dear

But in the end it was

Just another puzzled piece of you

Now you're a martyr seeking nails

To match those precious wounds

Always looking back

Looking back to something that you lack

Like leftovers - that will never let you go

Like leftovers - under the sky of a fallen paradise

Like leftovers - never let you go

And all that remains

Is moulded in the last light of the setting sun

And all that is retained

Is nothing but an image without words

And all that remains doesn't mean anything at all

Like leftovers - dragged through time and memory

Like leftovers - that do not speak no more

Like leftovers - under the sky of a fallen paradise

Like leftovers - that will never let you grown

And all that remains

Is moulded in the last light of the setting sun

And all that is retained

Is nothing but an image without words

And all that remains can be folded in a purse