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