I rode the waves to Carthage
the mottled sky
I left in smoke and fragments
no alibi
I sifted the soil and I smoothed out the land
thought love would alight when I opened my hand
but the scene that I’d staged was run down in the mist
‘cuz you don’t exist
I was naive and simple
I entered in
I found the tombs, the bedrooms
the hearts in tins
I’ll pluck out the eyes of the Pharaohs I’m told
my pockets will burst from the weight of the gold
I’ll strike you out with the greed in my fist
‘cuz you don’t exist
I sifted the soil and I smoothed out the land
thought love would alight when I opened my hand
I’ll strike you out with the greed in my fist
‘cuz you don’t exist