Cuarto Creciente
Leo Garcia
Waxing Crescent
Waxing Crescent
It's the song of the believer
waxing crescent in my room
when the people fall asleep
finally, you feel the silence of God
It's the song of the believer
waxing crescent in my room
a dog fell down and in front
suddenly, you hear another voice
Another voice, again another voice
another voice, again another voice
that says...
Look at the lights of the city
each light is a loneliness
and there's someone in each loneliness
watching the same plane that flies away
Ohh.. ohh..
Look at the lights of the city
low sky that's gonna crash
a star breaks as it trembles
over the river that fades into the sea
Ohh.. ohh..
