.KiLTЯo.: Barcarole
.KiLTЯo.: There's a flaming red horizon that screams our names
.KiLTЯo.: Rema na maré
.KiLTЯo.: E o mar parou
.KiLTЯo.: Tell me no lies, has peace arrived
.KiLTЯo.: Cover me through the fire
.KiLTЯo.: I haven't felt my legs
.KiLTЯo.: Nuestras almas al flotar
.KiLTЯo.: Way to east
.KiLTЯo.: I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
.KiLTЯo.: Tu scappi e poi ti nascondi
.KiLTЯo.: It starts when we dissapear
.KiLTЯo.: Pressure points
.KiLTЯo.: Disparar contra las sombras tapando el sol
.KiLTЯo.: Helpless to the ground
.KiLTЯo.: In the neon sign scrolling up and down
.KiLTЯo.: Mirage
.KiLTЯo.: Emotional weather report
.KiLTЯo.: More than this
.KiLTЯo.: I talk to the wind
.KiLTЯo.: Broken pacific
.KiLTЯo.: Don’t believe in magic
.KiLTЯo.: Before you open up your eyes
.KiLTЯo.: My ashes find a way beyond the fog
.KiLTЯo.: They say we're coming to the end of the line
.KiLTЯo.: Remembering before all this
.KiLTЯo.: James
.KiLTЯo.: Broken glass in every tree
.KiLTЯo.: Flying over my head
.KiLTЯo.: For you