Today I set my soul for a walk and let the architecture of my body be filled with pain and longing How hard it is to chase away all the raptures and delights and joys and pleasures when you ́ve got nothing to complain of I'll just tell them I'm alright and they will take me to places I've never even heard of My home is just the swaying part of the world and that's the trouble Today I summon all the parts of me I've traded lost or bartered creating an automatic alter ego How far is the grievance woe and suffering in the days of wine and madness if there's no need to be sad? My home is just the swaying part of the world and that's the trouble