Hoguera

In the sky, a sign appears, I throw salt on my back
Fuel in our sea
My patience will drown if your feet are made of metal
It's not so simple to figure out

That distance isn't crucial (oh, oh)
You come to stoke the bonfire
Watching your photos burn
With this new camera
The campfire is the border

Tick-tock of a stranger's clock
Marks the time when I see
The moon in the sky is a beauty mark

Spilled an entire inkwell
And stained what I love most
My memories of the open sea
And the stories from mom

You come to stoke the bonfire
Watching your photos burn, burn
With this new camera
The campfire is the border

You come to stoke the bonfire
Watching your photos burn, burn
With this new camera
The campfire is the border