We Were Skeletons
Gravesites
Rafael:the yelling crowds everysingle prison cell of my mindand is draped by the dire need to escape.Grips tighten as the vines sway me on my way, my wayI'll make my homein a new cityor overempty fields of ochresitting on a benchsmoking a cigaretteand i'll visit cancerin every singlehome he ownsand those from whichhe's been evictedsome he's having work donejust a little bitof remodelingthe rooms and hallways of that little boywho only wanted to livei'll tell him we'llsightsee this infected countryJustin:streaming and screaming i'll walk out of this placeLetras de cancionesand i'll quit life and leave for a whilesite-see in towns with nothing to seemake what i want of every street, every lightevery guy sitting on a bench smoking a cigaretteto occupythere's not much he'll be missing but offer him minein case he doesn't believe meand i'll continue on my way to that little boy's graveand together we'll have a great old timebecause he'll have quit life just as i did and together we'llsight-see this infected country
From Letras Mania