Cadillac solitario (feat. Bunbury)

It smells of gasoline, mint Martini, and that moment when the nite decided it was time for dawn to take over. The old Cadillac still holds the warmth of strangers' knees, but the back seat is empty again. The city below winks with lights, and somewhere out there, behind the glass windows, lives someone who stopped waiting a long time ago.

And everything seems clear - the past has long gone the other way, but just a glance toward the old quarter and something clicks inside, like an old lighter. Drunk romance, a cigaret burning out, and an attempt to forget that seems to have failed again.