Mar De Grises – Storm lyrics
Album: The Tatter Demalion Express
My vertical screams becomes
a horizontal pain
as I go towards the sun
I go sober and drunk
while I sit and play
or I love and burn
don't matter
it's all same
(why) can't I hear the Storm?
if I can hear my soul... fall
will I taste your air?
I hope
I can still play
the harvest is waiting...
fast I run
but faster it comes...
...mi humilde cara inmovil
...como si yo no existiece...
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