I'm married to Xenna, in a place called Atlanta
The autumn breeze carried me away The heat and fog around me, the leaving sweet
and vacant were the days Truth and honesty can be two very different
things But truth can be carelessly confessed
And honestly, the truth, I do not ask for fear, it's what I'll get
Out there in Havana, paint peels like banana In the idols loved and misplaced
Glimmering frogs of a royal ball, sheltered now in the unattended phase
Headless bird on a jungle spear, no we're not playing games here
Perhaps it'd be best if we moved along The dream ends suddenly, the spirit leaves
to end, a gift, a song
I'm married to Xenna, in a place called Havana
