Punto Ciego
Biomas
Blind Spot
It's the moments
Owners of the blind spot
And thinking several times
Before falling
Just moments
They wink at us through the blinds
Leaving souls outside
Cooling down
I dreamt of you
I dreamt of you once more
I hate winter and waking up
I don't remember anymore
Where I hid the key
I leave the heat locked away
Escaping
I was never good
At washing the blood
I only find you in the air
Before falling
