Hungarian sunlight
Showing me to have pretended like
I didn't even know
that I'd have to pay for it again
A lighting on the outskirts
knowing nothing but a nonsense word
Every stranger knows
that he'll have to say it in the end
Walking shocked by the ghosts along the river
Did the moon reflect me for who I am?
American drumming
Sounds echoing in a brick building
Cascading into sleep
and fading out eventually
Seeking some reception
before the hands of a holy man
Later in the dark
when he departs from Italy
Standing stumped by the stamps at the Vatican
Did the lions take me for someone strange?
Staring straight at the dog by the castle
Did my shadow cast me as so untrue?