Si Perdemos Te Pierdo
Ciudad Jara
If We Lose, I Lose You
I told you to breathe, I told you
I told you to hold me
I told you not to look
You squeeze tight and my arms hurt
But something hurts more, it smells of defeat
Under crossing flashes, we were two fires
Looking for a mouth
A final trench, land and rest
Stone and calm, neutral ground
Blood staining the mural
World breaking on the rocks
On your spine
My body weaves a bitter flag
That no one expects this animal fight
Let love sharpen the wit
That if we lose, I lose you
Let love sharpen the wit
That if we lose, I lose you
Today behind the eagle's irons
My soul was divided
You stay entrenched
I keep you in my bowels
Shrapnel keeps falling
I feel the steel in my back
May terror not kiss you
May bullets not whistle at you
Say screw them
We are two nobodies wanting to be everything
Two anti-heroes dancing in chorus
How much is your defeat worth
What is the price of sinking our fleet
It was a lie to run, there was no prize
It was a lie to run, there was no prize
What would have become of our legends
Without external disputes in between
Let love sharpen the wit
That if we lose, I lose you
Let love sharpen the wit
That if we lose, I lose you
I'm finding bits of you in every letter
I want to move to the country that hid your blanket
I only dream of spears now, wait
We must assault their hells, wait
Today I wrote this song, looking towards the firing squad
With a chorus that sings
I'm finding bits of you in every letter
I want to move to the country that hid your blanket
I only dream of spears now, wait
We must assault their hells, wait
Today I wrote this song, looking towards the firing squad
With a chorus that sings
I'm finding bits of you in every letter
I want to move to the country that hid your blanket
I only dream of spears now, wait
We must assault their hells, wait
Today I wrote this song, looking towards the firing squad
With a chorus that sings
I'm finding bits of you in every letter
I want to move to the country that hid your blanket
I only dream of spears now, wait
We must assault their hells, wait
Today I wrote this song, looking towards the firing squad
With a chorus that sings
