Timbuktu

On the roof The chimneys grin Smoking their pipes Like Bedouins Forever There's nothing now But broken glass Sharp to the touch Nothing lasts Like Romeo Dressed in rags Now dancing like hell To the ring of the bell when The night is here The ashes fall down I'm waiting for you Like a rose on the ground In Timbuktu Afternoons My arms are filled With emptiness My heart is stilled Forever Flowers sway Between the cracks Laughing like kids From the side of the tracks Where love would sing And saxophones Cried like the wind From the top of the hill The night is here The ashes come down I'm waiting, waiting for you Like a rose on the ground In Timbuktu You look puzzled As my hand trembles Teacup falls to the floor