Day Of The Dead
The moon and the stars rise like lilies in the sky,
A white-labeled bottle spills sangria wine,
And I wait for your kiss in the night.
Meet me at the haunted Menger,
Just as in so many summer dreams--
Card players will deal the ace of spades
At the touch of your silver fingers.
You are the shadow on everything I do,
A mantilla of black across shoulders so slight--
I'll be there at the Menger with lilies and wine,
And wait for your kiss in the night.