estoy cortando nubes
en un avión encima de bogotá.
i wake up to the sights of beautiful skies
and i’ll be back.
como chispas de innumerables bujías
las luces de la ciudad a mis pies.
flying south
the sun in my right hand.
estoy cortando nubes
en un avión encima de bogotá.
i wake up to the sights of beautiful skies
and i’ll be back.
como chispas de innumerables bujías
las luces de la ciudad a mis pies.
flying south
the sun in my right hand.
There’s something broken inside
That I don’t feel anymore.
Maybe it’s a crack in my heart
Or just a hole in my soul.
There’s something burning in here
Is it a heart racing?
Are those some lips waiting?
-blackfin