Flores Secas
Los Tres
Dry Flowers
There is nothing left to look at
There is no one to talk to
Charging lights in the sea
Dried flowers oxidizing your love
Dried flowers forgetting the pain
Charging lights in the sea
I lived the massacre
Without knowing why
I lived the massacre
Without knowing why
There is nothing left to look at
There is no one to talk to
Charging lights in the sea
Dried flowers oxidizing your love
Dried flowers forgetting the pain
Charging lights in the sea
I lived the massacre
Without knowing why
I lived the massacre
Without knowing why
someone is killing
and can't stop
someone is killing
And you can't stop thinking and hearing about a Tuesday
About a Tuesday of horror
On a Tuesday, on a Tuesday of horror
On a Tuesday, on a Tuesday of horror
on a tuesday
