Текст Steven Wilson – Insurgentes (Mexico)

Holy Mother of the simple one
You can smile at me and bring me down
You betray your thoughts
All your prayers to naught

And out of breath you speak in tongues
And out of death, your work is done
And your dream absolves
And your path dissolves

When your cradle rocks, her love comes down
All the pretty lies you prance around
And your dream absolves
And your path dissolves