Summer is flooding cobblestones
It’s getting hard just to be near marble columns
He’s waiting for her
She will return and they’ll draw sideways back home
And now there’s nothing left to do
Nothing but watch these patchy tramps finding solace
Their olden walls are loose
Counting decades as they roam
Oh, such a perfect match
Surprising harmony
These cats and ruins, these cats and ruins,
They’re sung by humans, they’re sung by humans
His collar feels sweltering and tight
Quiet bitty block calls a primal truce to save the day
The gravity has changed
This dance is whirling around – they’re like the Sun
And now there’s nothing left to do
But to be glad these leery eyes
Have found their bay
Wise stones got no imprints -
Pace is so light as they run
I can see the wind now
I can touch the sound of the town
With my eyes closed
These cats and ruins, these cats and ruins,
They’re sung by humans, they’re sung by humans
