Nit de Reis

Listen. Night of Kings
You notice your coat feels tight
You feel your lungs wanting to breathe
The biting cold of this night

You want to heal the frayed seams
Break free from the chains of worry
That follow you to bed

It's been so long
Since your attempts
To convince yourself that you're okay
Get lost among the crowd
But today you feel
Like when we were kids
We made boats out of paper
That we left behind, convinced
They were eternal

Listen
Night of Kings
When you close your eyes, the screams return
And the memories always dressed
In that white that looks gray
But a voice calls you unexpectedly
And a chill runs down your coat
I've dreamed so much of having you here