Leftovers

The sky sheds elegiesAs you pass another capeA silent companyOn a way without reposeBehind the dunesAnd the shifting sands of cinnamonA lost and lonely pavementOf unconquered sanctuariesOf untouched reveries echoingLike leftovers - dragged through time and memoryLike leftovers - that live on as seasons passLike leftovers - never let you goAnd all that remainsIs moulded in the last light of the setting sunAnd all that is retainedIs nothing but an image without wordsAnd all that is means nothing anymoreNot that it wasAlways beautifulNot that it wasSomething to hold dearBut in the end it wasJust another puzzled piece of youNow you're a martyr seeking nailsTo match those precious woundsAlways looking backLooking back to something that you lackLike leftovers - that will never let you goLike leftovers - under the sky of a fallen paradiseLike leftovers - never let you goAnd all that remainsIs moulded in the last light of the setting sunAnd all that is retainedIs nothing but an image without wordsAnd all that remains doesn't mean anything at allLike leftovers - dragged through time and memoryLike leftovers - that do not speak no moreLike leftovers - under the sky of a fallen paradiseLike leftovers - that will never let you grownAnd all that remainsIs moulded in the last light of the setting sunAnd all that is retainedIs nothing but an image without wordsAnd all that remains can be folded in a purse