The Writer

The other side of the room an empty bottle lies broken

Purple faces are sure, of snow white sheets to soak in



His clothes are spread around, they smell of perspiration

A half eaten meal attracts the flies attention



Do I Do I Do I Do I Hear the man's cries

Do I Do I Do I Do I See in his eyes

Do I Do I Do I Do I Care if he dies

Do I Do I Do I Do Do I



Take a paper towel and place it over his head

Phone up reception and report him as dead

Open up the window and expose him to light

Push it all away from me...

No that can't be right



Ri High hight

Ri High hight

Ri High hight



A continental breeze has set the blinds in motion

Brings just a hint of change from the Atlantic Ocean



The ancient church bell rings. Defies the march of progress

The senoritas said you were too young to notice



Do I Do I Do I Do I Hear the man's cries

Do I Do I Do I Do I See in his eyes

Do I Do I Do I Do I Care if he dies

Do I Do I Do I Do Do I



Take a paper towel and place it over his head

Phone up reception and report him as dead

Open up the window and expose him to light

Push it all away from me...

No that can't be right



Ri High hight

Ri High hight

Ri High hight...