Ancien Arches

There he goes again
I heard it from a friend
Who couldn't comprehen
Why I would defend him still

I walk into the market
With stalls and ancian arches

The Sun is barely hanging in the sky
I'm far away from home
Some loose change and a phone
It's everything I need to get by
When I shall return
His secrets I will learn

On his chair he'll squirm
And wiggle like a worm
On a hook

I walk into the marked
With stalls an ancian arches

The Sun is barely hanging in the sky
I'm far away from home
Some loose change and a phone
It's everyting I need to get by