Rock and roll and the city 

Sinking in the darkness of doubts
Yesterday's dreams, today's nightmares
Golden snakes decorating the floor 
Broken guitars shaking thunders and arrows
Strangers hiding tears and fears behind shiny walls



The city swings her solitude on fancy streets
High heels and parties, drinks and cigarettes
Children and toys to replace our lost paradise

The engines of the heart are calling a halt
Shaking fingers caress unanswered questions
Just take what you need to keep warm till dawn.

Mira: Nothing resembles the remembrance of that dream. 
The Sage: I am here to stay, either way.