The sun rises -- gold on the city gates

Beneath mansions of kings and old potentates

On the rocks below, the waves crash and crest

Because I came in my own name, they said I was blessed

At the convent I pleaded for sanctuary

Until the twins broke my concentration --

So identical in form, dress, and step,

Sauntering from station to station

The sun burns away the cool, salty breeze

As the sultry twins fall to their knees

In the neon-framed shrine where the dark bell peals

For 'Our Lady' Inviolate, torn upon wheels

And the bones of a saint can't save me now

(I feel her cold, cold hand on my shoulder)

And St. John has long since abandoned this place --

It leaves me feeling so much older

The sun makes its plunge deep into the bay

And I'm left knowing I've got nothing to say

And as graceful and surreal as their entrance had been,

The twins depart once more, to serve and to sin

The pelicans dive from their lofty perch

Where ghosts of Spanish guards are still stationed

And if I look real hard, I can still make them out

But I don't have that kind of patience