In the streets, in the dark wet space
A suitcase man
And in the shadow of the shaking
The shaking leaves
A suitcase woman

A theft of the eyes
A theft of the breath
The photographer and his bags of faces
And his rock 'n roll sugar
And his bags of faces
He stole it all

And the photos of the wind will fade away
And the faces in his head will shy away

The suitcases of stolen eyes
Loot of souls with rolling eyes
In windy faces, he stole it all

And the photos of the wind will fade away
And the colours of your eyes will fade away
And the faces in his head will shy away