Bones
She sits in the sunlight each morning
And waits for her memory to fade
If she tells you she's got a messiah
It's one that she's already made
She's no longer taking shortcuts
In her village of Rome
And nobody's home
By the time that the summer is over
She's nowhere to be seen
She smiles and looks slightly frightened
As you walk past she wants to cry
The daffodils bloom in the garden
Her head is buttered and fried
On a good day the great was seen clearly
On a bad she's hardly aware
And waits for the reaper to bear
Her doormat is left propped up
Since Wednesday when they came to clean
Her apartment has been re-vacated
Perhaps she is now in a home
Or perhaps she is just bone
Or perhaps she is just bone
Or perhaps she is just bone
Just bone
Just bone
Just bone
Just bone
Huesos
Ella se sienta en la luz del sol cada mañana
Y espera a que su memoria se desvanezca
Si te dice que tiene un mesías
Es uno que ya ha creado
Ya no toma atajos
En su pueblo de Roma
Y no hay nadie en casa
Para cuando el verano termina
Ella no está en ninguna parte
Sonríe y parece ligeramente asustada
Cuando pasas junto a ella quiere llorar
Los narcisos florecen en el jardín
Su cabeza está confundida y frita
En un buen día la grandeza se ve claramente
En uno malo apenas está consciente
Y espera al segador para llevarse
Su felpudo está apoyado
Desde el miércoles cuando vinieron a limpiar
Su apartamento ha sido desocupado de nuevo
Quizás ahora esté en un hogar
O quizás solo sea hueso
O quizás solo sea hueso
O quizás solo sea hueso
Solo hueso
Solo hueso
Solo hueso
Solo hueso