Escasas Horas
Farolitos
Few Hours
Those thorns that keep piercing
One by one they come together
Each one contributes its share of poison
And there are a couple of lines on the table
The queen commands, I confess sir
He didn't want to, he just has it inside
It's already inside!
Don't look at the time
Few hours are left today
There are plenty of batteries for that big clock
I kick sidewalks to your doors
I plant flags when I see you
If it rains black today, naked up to the sky
Don't look at the time
Few hours are left today
There are plenty of batteries for that big clock
What do you say I don't hear you?
What do you say I don't hear you?
What do you say I don't hear you?
