On the roof chimneys grin Smoking their pipes like bitter winds forever There's nothing now But broken glass Shot to the touch Nothing lasts like Romeo dressed in rags I'm dancing like them To the ring of the bell Night is here ashes fall down I'm waiting for you Like a rose on a ground in Timbuktu Afternoons my arms are filled Emptiness my heart is stilled forever Flowers sway between the cracks Laughing like kids from the side of the tracks Where love will chant And saxophones cried like the wind From the top of the hill Night is here ashes come down I'm waiting, waiting for you Like a rose on the ground in Timbuktu You will pass by As my hand trembles Tea cup falls to the floor