Lyrics Nowhere Sides - Omar Rodríguez-López

Nowhere Sides

Keep, I’m pushing hard, searching for a man
His eyes are yellow, and he can’t really come
What’s left a ghost, city of my hand
Nobody’s laughing, or waiting for a pulse
Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son
But he’s not to be found
Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son
But he’s not to be found
Build the nerve to swim, breathing in his dust
Underwater burial at the desk of Notre Dame
Sunders half-dead, pretending not to care
The troops are statues, standing in the sun
Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son
But he’s not to be found
Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son
But he’s not to be found
Soon it has come, a virtue
It seems absolved to this Earth
Skirts with nails are spreading
Soft pain, burnt lips on peaceful lips
Your soft still soul’s damaged
Soon it has come, a virtue again
Every day when I appear to stay
Lousy day the ground is wrecked with
Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son
No he’s not to be found
Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son
No he’s not to be found
You’ll break the water in again, my son
This lizard can be stung
You’ll break the water in again, my son
It’s you that can be stung