From the delta to the plains Storms touching down again Devil?s hiding in the house Angel?s in the rain Corrugated lovers swimming on the wire Switching
Dialing in a forgotten voice (Coming in like waves rolling off the coast) Sweeping through illegal ports (Rising from the depths, falling off the tongue
Yo canto en mi corazon y Tu, mi amigo, me inspiras mis pasos... Me voy por el mundo conociendo varia gente pero nunca hay una persona como Tu...
There are code breakers with lines well tapped Traces sweeping out across the static night You are drapped in white like the blossoms of the tree Looking
Wire fences still coiled with flowers of the night Songs of the birds like hands call the earth to witness Sever from fear before taking flight. Fences
Thumb tacks spread out Across your hometown state Hollow tree at half mast Wait until wintertime Leaves a paper trail a licorice plant that's overgrown
There are code breakers with lines well tapped Traces sweeping out across the static night You are draped in white like the blossoms of the tree Looking
Yo canto de mi coraz?n Y t? mi amigo inspiras mis pasos Me voy por el mundo donde siento varia gente Pero nunca hay una persona como t? Mirame, que estoy
Thumbtacks all spread out across your hometown state A hollow tree at half mast Wait until wintertime, leaves a paper trail And a licorice plant that'
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Wire fences still coiled with flowers of the night Songs of the birds like hands call the earth to witness Sever from fear before taking flight Fences
From the delta to the plains Storms touching down again Devil's hiding in the house Angel's in the rain Corrugated lovers swinging on a wire Switching
Watching your eyes go back and forth Out on the highway Watching your heart bend to the road Kiss your forehead as I turn to go Following those signs
Four in the morning the sidewalk's asleep Dogs on the porch and spiders on the leaf Shipwrecked by night, sailing through days Nobody noticed the slipping
When the fists of winter fly, driving bones into the snow Blackened frostbitten nights, vodka running dry The statues cloaked in white and migrants from
Dialing in a forgotten voice Coming in like waves rolling off the coast Sweeping through illegal ports Rising from the depths, falling off the tongue
Through miles of waste to cross upstream Risking all dreams for what the surface brings Free like a flow that pours from your hand Claiming its own new
