[Verse 1] Midnight falls over Zone 5, black rain kisses the gray cobblestones. Midnight falls over Zone 5, black rain kisses the gray cobblestones. Cae la medianoche sobre la Zona 5, la lluvia negra besa los adoquines grises. 22nd Street breathes like an altar, with invisible candles beginning to weep. At the República del Ecuador school, chalk was ash, silence was prayer; I learned my name beneath a sky of metal, and hid my childhood in a funereal room. [Chorus] It rains, it rains, in black and blue, upon the children dressed in light. It rains, it rains, in black and blue, La Chácara calls from the beyond. 22nd Street, don't let me fall, I am a ghost learning to return. [Verse 2] La Chácara shone like a neon cross, a garden of danger, a slow procession. We knew each other by the way we trembled, by looking down when we had to call out. On the courts, dust rose toward the sun, like lost saints without a blessing; and the girls walked by with perfume and pain, neighborhood angels in a dream of love. [Pre-Chorus] And everything sounds distant, behind the glass, like a deep bass in an industrial church. We were shadows beneath a merciless sky, children of the night searching for eternity. [Chorus] It rains, it rains, in black and blue, upon the children dressed in light. It rains, it rains, in black and blue, La Chácara calls from the beyond. 22nd Street, don't let me fall, I am a ghost learning to return. [Bridge] If you close your eyes, the lights are gone, only crosses of rain over the city. My buddies call me from an old doorway, with voices of echoes and hospitals. The city changed, but I remain the same, hanging from time like a saint made of salt. [Outro] 22nd Street, stay upon my skin, like a warm headstone at dawn. The Chácara lives where I lost my way, in a black song that prays for me.
