Flores Secas

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