La Garrapata Cósmica
La Logia
The Cosmic Tick
How do you expect to forget me
If every word of yours
Is mine, is mine
How do you imagine escaping
If fear forces you
To cry for me, to beg me, to pray to me
You will not destroy what time has done so carefully
You will not destroy what time has done so carefully
Your race was born to serve
Your race was born to serve
You tempt the tears, the tears
And I can do nothing for your sad charm
You tempt the tears, the tears
And I can do nothing, your time is up
Run if you want with your back to the sun
You will not succeed in making the dawn different
And because this rain promises, promises
To wake you up, wake me up, wake us up
