[00:19.32]Emilio lives in an attic[00:24.21]Plays a flamenco guitar[00:29.70]Our prayers fall down his window[00:32.37]And roll down flanders of rusted out cars[00:39.24]They harmonize with the sirens[00:43.23]And mix with that racket downstairs[00:52.83]They wonder out into the traffic[00:53.52]Emilio's misguided prayers[01:07.74]The moon is[01:08.73]Emilio's mistress[01:12.60]On her there's no journeys back[01:15.48]Some nights she comes to him naked and cold[01:21.78]And some nights she only wears black[01:26.55]When the full moon flows from his bottle[01:31.65]Somehow there's always a fight[01:35.97]When the moon and the lunatic dance, "senorina"[01:40.98]The beautiful music spins into the night and they dance[02:27.93]In his dreams he can see the "abuelas"[02:33.54]They offer him razors and wine[02:38.07]Suspicious[02:39.15]Emilio measures[02:42.87]The "vino" against the divine[02:47.85]But he never has come to believe them[02:52.29]Or accepted their[02:53.73]Heavenly host[02:59.55]So vigous and savage darling[03:03.51]The Saint and the sinner he prays to the most[03:07.14]Emilio lives in an attic[03:11.91]Plays a flamenco guitar[03:18.24]Our prayers fall down his window[03:20.04]And roll down flanders of rusted out cars