"Could not refresh feed," the epitaph read All cookies accepted no heed to play dead A Syrian singer sang it's time to say goodbye A backing track blaring The street pigeons all cried Well I heard you'd been taken, unexpectedly so Having just cleaned your teeth Having dressed in clean clothes Like a flu, the Spanish or the new With a sycophantic point to prove You move, whistling the refugee blues As the cold beats down on Rome The woman in black lays fresh traps on the railway tracks She postponed every newness that I'd ever known Day and night, she patrols the avenue of flowers The train rushes forward seeking into the night See it ricochet forever between pillar and plight I play the role of a joker, flatten my hair with a comb Resembling something from the mind of a drunken Sergio Leone Now what shall we do to keep the lady at bay? If we can't go outside and simply laugh in the rain As the cold beats down on Rome The woman in black lays fresh traps on the railway tracks She postponed every newness that I'd ever known Day and night, she patrols the avenue of flowers The avenue of flowers The avenue of flowers