The City of Unrest (Desassossego)

(Intro: Vinyl crackle, deep cello groan, a distant trolley bell rings) (Verse 1) The silver dust of Lisbon rain Falling on my window pane I am a stage for ghosts I meet In every cobblestone and street I write the things I dare not feel Is any version of me real? The ink is wet, the sun is low Between the 'yes' and 'no' I go... (Chorus) In this unrest, I find my grace A thousand masks upon my face The soul is just a lonely room Adorned in velvet, draped in bloom Oh, hear the fado in the wire A cold embrace, a frozen fire I am the book I’ll never finish A flame that glows but won’t diminish. (Verse 2) The Tagus flows like liquid lead Reflecting words I haven’t said The ghost of Pessoa walks the hall Shadows dancing on the wall I’m a stranger to the noon-day light I belong to the 'Book of Night' In the silence of a coffee cup The abyss is looking up... (Bridge) (Heavy trip-hop beat kicks in, strings become frantic and lush) Fragments... of a broken mirror The closer I get, the vision’s clearer I’m everyone and I am no one A fading star, a setting sun Saudade... in the breakbeat's heart A masterpiece that falls apart. (Outro) (Strings fade out, leaving only the cello and the crackle) Just a spectator... Watching the rain... In the city of unrest... (Whispered) Desassossego. (Final vinyl scratch and silence)