Nowhere Sides - Omar Rodríguez-López

Keep, I’m pushing hard, searching for a man

His eyes are yellow, and he can’t really come

What’s left a ghost, city of my hand

Nobody’s laughing, or waiting for a pulse

Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son

But he’s not to be found

Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son

But he’s not to be found

Build the nerve to swim, breathing in his dust

Underwater burial at the desk of Notre Dame

Sunders half-dead, pretending not to care

The troops are statues, standing in the sun

Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son

But he’s not to be found

Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son

But he’s not to be found

Soon it has come, a virtue

It seems absolved to this Earth

Skirts with nails are spreading

Soft pain, burnt lips on peaceful lips

Your soft still soul’s damaged

Soon it has come, a virtue again

Every day when I appear to stay

Lousy day the ground is wrecked with

Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son

No he’s not to be found

Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son

No he’s not to be found

You’ll break the water in again, my son

This lizard can be stung

You’ll break the water in again, my son

It’s you that can be stung