Pizza Tintin

The bright convoy erodes the mountain stew

Feeds the delta banks of time

And the grains commence their reconstruction game

But whirls as dust in our eyes

So you see it leaves me with my memory in my pocket

And I'll sleep under the tide of dreams

And I'll dream under the wings of time

And I'll tie the grains of oblivion

Times of thirst when money won't come by

Will leave the dust to settle down

Shape the road that feeds our lemming hearts

To history's repeating quake

So you see it leaves me with a reason not to bother

'Cause I'll sleep under the tide of dreams

I'll tie the grains of oblivion