Video de Jetsabel Removes The Undesireables

My brother finds comfort in calculators
He assigns every number a name
He believes that they add up to certainty
And he's upset with the fractions that remain
So I examine the maps with my eyes and at best
I can trace with my finger all the way
To that town where she went an attempt to forget
The cracks and the lines of my face
So Jetsabel cleaned out the closets for me
And she piled the boxes in the hall
Tomorrow when she wakes she'll come take them away
And they will never haunt me again
But it is still hard to sleep with the moon's heavy beams
I run barefoot to the backyard
Just to freeze in my place by the wraught-iron gate
Too ashamed and afraid to advance