I read her death notice today

By chance caught a glimpse of her name on a back page

Sandwiched between a textile worker

And the daughter of a wealthy man

I read her death notice today

I stared at the face on the page

She's too young. It's not true. Must be wrong. No it's true.

Oh, dear God.  I'm confused 'cause it's old news

Her maiden name was

I can't pronounce it.

She left behind two daughters and an architect.

You can check.

The venerable Father Francisco Geronimo
Native to Mexico City they say
He made his confession there
I only met him once
In Matamoros, eating his chiles on fire

Now he lies at her feet
Now he lies at her feet
Now he lies at the feet of La Conquistadora

The venerable Father Francisco Geronimo
He's been buried for hundreds of years
I knew him, he was an apostolic man
He had a way with words
He'd use them unless he needed guns or his swords

Now he lies at her feet
Now he lies at her feet
Now he lies at the feet of La Conquistadora

She had a history herself

I'm already missing you Alex
Can't we go back to the way it was?
I'm already missing you Alex
Don't ask me to accept this just because