I Giardini

You saw the word/work tonight so what do you care to know about… Babar in gardens no compare the gates are high and no-one dares in royal robes does he despair who shall he call for the repairs you half direct a silent stare a call to someone barely there reach for the glass and stir the air Its not so often, not so rare What ghost has led me through to here what clock will beat against the stairs with chalk I outline my affairs and that is how I disappear You half direct a silent stare the gates are high and no-one dares reach for the glass and stir the air who shall I call for the repairs