Luces No Bélicas

Hiding so much
Among your grassy hair
I bring my eyes still in blood
To light a fire and not lie

Give me a second
Between my fiery fingers

I'll be your salt carpet
Don't confuse the sea
With blindness, you'll hear me

They won't hurt you
They are lights not plagues

Cut it off for good
If it's not healthy, it's already out
Between your mood and my faith
Everything smells normal
With blindness, you'll hear me

They won't hurt you
They are lights not warlike
And you pretend to know where to go
Inside of you

The wind doesn't illuminate
Your voice screams inside
The wind doesn't illuminate

And they are lights not warlike
And they pretend to know where to go
And they are lights not warlike
And they pretend to know where to go
Inside of you