Clima Tropical

From the North Star
We merge with my instincts
Vertices that go to you
In your tropical climate
There is not a single lost corner
Stop looking at me like that
If you come begging for a reason

I have lit up our room
Like a lighthouse in case you fly far
I have marked my sides with your voice
I have felt the explosion strongly
I am only myself when I go inside
I have lost my mind and I am not myself
I am out of control

I am yielding to your rhythm
And you, lace scratching the ground
Let's overcome the end
In your vertical line
The splinters uncovering the sky
Bite until you leave me like this
If you come begging for a reason
Don't come begging for a reason

I have lit up our room
Like a lighthouse in case you fly far
I have marked my sides with your voice
I have felt the explosion strongly
I am only myself when I go inside
I have lost my mind and I am not myself
I am out of control

I have lit up our room
Like a lighthouse in case you fly far
I have marked my sides with your voice
I have felt the explosion strongly
I am only myself when I go inside
I have lost my mind and I am not myself
I am out of control
I am out of control