When Will You Die for the Last Time in My Dreams - Polvo

Show me how it’s done

You’re a salesman’s son

Go down to the end of your street and melt into the star-spangled night

Catch a first class flight

They’ll take you to the edge of the world

It’s flatter than the maps that they’ve drawn

When they own the law

They’ll trust you to the young like they wish they were

Cause they’ve been there

They know you

They like your kind

They’ll teach you who you are and they’ll sell you to yourself

Somewhere south of your neighborhood

There’s a chemical flavor

Not so far from your hotel

The scenery is bringing you down

Somewhere south of your border

Can you follow the order

Like an ancient explorer

They recognized your eyes and you still don’t know why

When you see me wave

Don’t wave back

I might not feel the need to explain what I mean

It’s a dangerous dance

But if I had the chance

I’d get you at the edge of the world

It’s stranger than the stories you choose

For the evening news

I never hear your name cause you write it all yourself

At the edge of the world

It’s a job done well

They’ll shoot you for a look inside your shiny plastic shell

Somewhere south of your neighborhood

There’s a chemical flavor

Not so far from your hotel

The radio is casting a spell

Somewhere south of your border

Can you follow the order

Like an ancient explorer

They recognized your eyes and you still don’t know why

When will you die for the last time in my dreams?