Letra de 1st 50 Ft.
One, two, three...

Scrape the salt from underneath this table and underneath these chairs.
Soon, the anchor we have trusted will pick us up and sail.
Crimes committed during dreaming, permitting me to lie.
Burn my throat I only use for screaming, I'm only wasting time.

Who would have noticed my wounds? I spent a lifetime to hide.
Who would have noticed my dreams? I never learned how to fly.

Scrape the salt from underneath this table and underneath these chairs.
Soon, the anchor we have trusted will pick us up and sail.

Who would have noticed my wounds? I spent a lifetime to hide.
Who would have noticed my dreams? I never learned how to fly.

Who would have noticed my wounds? I spent a lifetime to hide.
Who would have noticed my dreams? I never learned how to fly