The Golden Boredom (The Unquiet Page)

(Verse 1) The streetlamp bleeds onto the cobblestones A yellow stain on a graphite night I am a stranger to the skin I’m in A ghost in the periphery of sight The Tagus flows like mercury beneath the bridge Carrying the thoughts I never dared to speak I’m building cathedrals out of boredom In a language that the silent only seek (Chorus) Oh, this golden boredom, this weightless stone A thousand lives inside a heart of bone I’m the spectator of my own defeat Walking the shadows of a Lisbon street In the book of disquiet, I’m the empty page A bird in love with the bars of its cage (Verse 2) The tea is cold, the ledger’s finally closed The world is just a dream I’m watching fade There’s a comfort in the rain against the glass In the elegant debris that I have made I don’t want to arrive, I only want to go Through the dusty corridors of 'maybe so' Portishead echoes in the Fado’s cry Underneath a charcoal, heavy sky (Bridge) (Whispered) I am nothing. I shall always be nothing. I cannot wish to be anything. Aside from that, I have within me all the dreams of the world. (Guitar & Cello Solo - distorted, bluesy trip-hop vibe) (Outro) Nothing stays, let it drift away... Vinyl soul in a digital gray... (Lush strings swell and suddenly cut to vinyl crackle) Just a dream... Just a ghost in Alfama... Slowly... fading... away...