Mars de la Mancha - The Fool

From the window in the wall
Hear the howling of a dog
That's angry with the moon
That has set beyond the ruins

Of the city in the cliff
Where the ocean waters drift
And wash upon the shore
In a pillowing of foam

It's foreign
And familiar
And it's faceless
And it falls away

Now I'm talking with the fool
Tossing coins into a pool
And he wishes he could stay
But we must be on our way

So he tells me of his tomb
And his journey from the womb
And he spins the wheel of fire
He gambles with his life

It's foreign
And familiar
And it's faceless
And it falls away

Now I'm walking by the lake
In a mist of chilly rain
Beneath the yellow clouds
I seem to have my doubts

And coming to the house
I enter through the door
A melody resounds
I am king upon the floor

And it's foreign
And familiar
And it's faceless
And it falls
It's foreign
And familiar
And it's faceless
And it falls
It's foreign
And familiar
And it's faceless
And it falls away

Written by:
Marc Agostini

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