Ecos
Gustavo Cerati
Echoes
Echoes....
the same moments
echoes....
covering my loneliness.
I am moving,
with my own heartbeats
filling voids
everything is so similar, so predictable, so cold...
echoes....
ways to be the rival.
echoes....
saturating my dreams
I am moving, with my own heartbeats,
filling voids,
everything is so similar...
filling voids,
everything is so normal.
so cold.
filling voids...
filling voids...
echoes...
filling voids...