Si algún día me tocara, qué mucho me va a doler
Otra jíbara luchando, una que no se dejó
No quería irse tampoco y en la isla se quedó
Si algún día me tocara, qué mucho me va a doler
Otra jíbara luchando, una que no se dejó
No quería irse tampoco y en la isla se quedó
Hope we're not too broken to escape
I won't stray from it
I don't know these spaces
Time won't wait on me
I wanna know what safe is
Hope we're not too broken to escape
I won't stray from it
I don't know these spaces
Time won't wait on me
I wanna know what safe is
I might never be the one you take home to mother
And I might never be the one who brings you flowers
But I can be the one, be the one tonight
I might never be the one you take home to mother
And I might never be the one who brings you flowers
But I can be the one, be the one tonight
Oh, I got red lights all around
But soon there'll be a freeway, yeah
Get my feet on holy ground
Oh, I got red lights all around
But soon there'll be a freeway, yeah
Get my feet on holy ground
You flower, you feast
You flower, you feast
We'll wake the dead from sleep
we'll shed our skin
We'll walk the other side
we'll brace for it
And conquer everything
We'll wake the dead from sleep
we'll shed our skin
We'll walk the other side
we'll brace for it
And conquer everything
I missed the good part, then I realised
I started lookin' and the bubble burst
I started lookin' for excuses
I missed the good part, then I realised
I started lookin' and the bubble burst
I started lookin' for excuses
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape
You've got to read, but you don't wanna reach the end
'Cause what if everything beautiful's fiction
And this reality's just pretend?
Up where the world won't let us down
You've got to read, but you don't wanna reach the end
'Cause what if everything beautiful's fiction
And this reality's just pretend?
Up where the world won't let us down
Un modelo para armar, pero nunca para desarmar
Un modelo para armar, pero nunca para desarmar
It is knowing
That ignorance and hate may mourn the dead
It is believing
But listen to the colour of your dreams
It is not living
Or play the game "Existence" to the end
Of the beginning
It is knowing
That ignorance and hate may mourn the dead
It is believing
But listen to the colour of your dreams
It is not living
Or play the game "Existence" to the end
Of the beginning