You had a dream of a selfdom, of glory
That seldom did blossom and never endured
You can rest easy, so safe in the knowledge
That nobody thinks they're in touch with the world
You were in love with the beautiful women
Whose mouths you would come in, whose lives you admired
You were reborn and the answers came gushing
But no one was listening, we were busy and tired
You found a reason and gave up excuses
We all have our uses to somebody else
You found a vision to veil the confusion
Don't offer salvation, it's bad for your health
You found religion, that scaly curmudgeon
Who left all decisions to higher decree
You found a home in the sadness, alone
With the madness of dim lights and readers' disease
Not much I know, that much I know
Between the black and blinding white
A shade of grey gives me the blues
What doesn't kill us hurts us still
Between the red and verdant green
An amber screen needs me to choose
What doesn't kill us never will
I refuse to share bread with you
If you have not got yourself through
At least one storm, that much I know
Bandalito