Static Havana

(hmmmm) Two tabs still open on the screen

A waiting room of faded green

Old magazines from ninety-nine

I'm reading between every line

And I talk about Kyoto like I know the streets

But I never bought the ticket to the place we'd meet

It's just collector loneliness Saving things we won't possess Dusty air and

quiet rooms Waiting for the flower to bloom ( Kyoto

Kyoto )

Ah-ha, we keep holding on Ah-ha,

till the light is gone Ah-ha,

we keep holding on

Another tab, another page A snapshot of a silent age We gather

dust upon the shelf Trying to rewrite oneself ( Kyoto ...

Kyoto

...

)