Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun...
And the days blur into one...
And the days blur into one...
And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done...
Salta e imagina que vuela sobre las flores...
Es invierno, el cielo está nublado. Es un hermoso día....
Ships are launching from my chest...
Some have names but most do not...
If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost...
Some have names but most do not...
If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost...
El viento golpea su rostro, sus cabellos se agitan...
Ahora tiene alas, unas hermosas alas traslúcidas....
Su brazo manchado con lapicero se vuelve blanco, su rostro azul, sus pies rosa...
El cielo, gris...
Heal the scars from off my back...
I don't need them anymore...
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars...
I've come home...
Ella era feliz...
