Salvador, your father named you
After a dead brother
And your mother hung the cross upside down
Salvador, so much of time hung overOld men's sleeves
The prick of guilt's thorn rusted and worn
Sewn into our hearts in the shape of a starUp the alley I stop at a window
Through the curtains I see
Figures moving, figures swaying
Figures talking in timePaintings of persistence
Paintings of persistence hung like a jury
Searching and seeking
Silent icons I wipe the dust from my handsSalvador, no one believes me
But I swear I know what I'm doing
And once you were painting
The ground you were breaking
But its never enough to gain their approvalUp the alley, the window is broken
The sky's on the ground
They unravel the rope of unreason
They will hang me for sureSearching and seeking their silent icons
They wipe the blood from their handsSalvador, they want a savior
And they crowned you king
They begged you for answers
But the glory or fame took away time
From your obligationsKeep on sleeping, dont awake from this dream
Ill comb your mustache, I'll wipe your body
I'll kiss your feet when they take you
Down from the cross