Two Without A Tango

An emotional story of how love doesn’t have anything to do with reason.

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[Verse 1]

The city is a market where the conscience weighs

On stalls of common words and everyday haze

Honour is a coin with a face worn away

Spinning in pockets with no name to say

[Verse 2]

Houses with no footing, painted on the face

Empty on the inside, parades all o'er the place

The flag is hanging, but the colours are thin

The soul is falling down to the malice within

[Bridge]

If the root is rotting—what fruit will the tree give?

If the word is empty—will the throat forgive?

[Chorus]

Where did the word go—that held up the bridge?

Between me and you—host and guest on the ridge?

Now everyone builds up a wall made of glass

To watch without touching—like two without a tango

[Verse 3]

Mirrors are lying with a glitter so bright

Teaching us to run and believe in the light

Truth is only whispering—beneath a heavy load

While the lie is raging—like a gambler on the road

[Verse 4]

Oaths that were written—with chalk on the street

The first rain erases them, making them retreat

Handshakes are cold now—no skin and no heat

Promises are sleeping where the silence is complete

[bridge]

Maybe salvation has no meaning

There, got you all thinking

[Bridge]

If the root is rotting—what fruit will the tree give?

If the word is empty—will the throat forgive?

[Chorus]

Where did the word go—that held up the bridge?

Between me and you—host and guest on the ridge?

Now everyone builds up a wall made of glass

To watch without touching—like two without a tango

[Outro]

A flock with a watch—but with no time of their own

Every step is measured—with no burden that is known

Freedom is a photo—in an album turned to grey

Leaf by leaf the moths—eat it away

[Bridge]

If the root is rotting—what fruit will the tree give?

If the word is empty—will the throat forgive?

[Chorus]

Where did the word go—that held up the bridge?

Between me and you—host and guest on the ridge?

Now everyone builds up a wall made of glass

To watch without touching—like two without a tango