I´m so afraid
Of discovering your little sins buried here
In the place where you swear eternal love to me
I have a spade, she´s not afraid, i have a dethroned king
to make your ace cry like a babe.
So afraid there´s no tomorrow for me.
In the mist of sacred pain
Happiness is on my side again
But sorrow comes
Reaping the grace of your arms.
Time was never the weapon
For making this beautiful love dissapear.
In love, for love.
I´m so lonely in my mind,
Watching the ancient beatings of your life,
Twisting memories until they become trash.
In the mist of sacred pain
happiness is on my side again
but sorrow comes,
Reaping the grace of your arms,
Time was never the weapon
For making this beautiful love dissapear.
Flames were never as real
as the unhealed wounds that the sun made in my skin.
Understand that pain was not a choice,
At least for me.
In the mist of sacred pain
Happiness is on my side again
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