[ Featuring The Electric Post ]
He grows grows like a
Misunderstanding without roots
A road trip of a hero that doesn't know
Where to go
Low low low he judges the pebbles
He falls and breaks
He no longer remembers where home is
He advances with a funny rhythm
He waves
Like a flag of a vanished nation
Still remembers the scent of an October
That never goes away
He speaks of languages
And unknown places and then
He convinces himself that he never lived them
He searches for something
Between crooked smiles
Among the fugitive flights of the ladies
He advances with a funny rhythm
He waves
Like a flag of a vanished nation
Still remembers the scent of an October
That never goes away
