Frank Black

Valentine And Garuda

Frank Black


I have a flask but I do not have the wine 
I have a suit but I do not have a dime 

Oh pity me Garuda 
I don't where to begin 

I had a love and she called me Valentine 
I walk alone on streets below these peaks 
Of stone that block the sky 
My hands have lost their grip through fingers slipped 
The rarest ever damselfly 

I had a love and she was always true 
I had a drink yes I gambled then she flew 

Oh pity me Garuda 
And turn my hands into wings 

I'm coming back to the station I am due 
My eyes are small and dark 
My pigeon heart is pumping blood so fast 
I fly above the earth for what it's worth 
I search for love lost in the past