In my room underneath the sparrow's nest Your teeth by contrast looked pure white When you smiled at me in the darkness In conversation there in the middle of the night
With my head bowed down to my shoes We walked the market square and we paid our dues And I'm bringing it all back home to you The inattentive reader in my room
The moon that hung in the sky over portugal Was fat, pink, round and perfectly beautiful And I wanted to make you young again Ah, but your youth was not mine for the making
