Lyrics

TRISTESSA
(1989)

It's shaped like little night
Small, pillowed head, beautiful flight
Romance of strangers, strings of road
Innocense bought and sold

El Indio's here, fingers feeble
She stretches her arm for loving needle
Tristessa, you take too long
Just quiet her, carry on

Sidewalk girl in Mexico
He thinks of her, "Yo te amo"
Tristessa, Kerouac queen
You Madonna between the sheets

Fade, angel...open, sky
Like her arms, open wide
Candles lit to you, flames to hell
Tristessa, pray you die well