A Modo de Brújula

I’m searching for my way
Just maybe a single flower
That can heal the pain
That this wound brings me
When life feels so daunting

I’m looking for a chord
A kiss that doesn’t cut
That burns and adds
Meaning to my life
Helps me with the lost causes

Maybe we have time to spare
Or maybe it’s all about to end
I keep searching for a continuation
From the final point

And now I’m moving slow
Doesn’t matter where I end up
If under this infinite sky
I just need
A star to gaze upon

And now I’m moving slow
Doesn’t matter where I end up
If under this infinite sky
I just need
A little piece of the sea

I hope you don’t mind
That I don’t follow the beat
That others set
This clumsy pride of mine

That I take one drink too many
Burn a bit of hash
While I search for my way
I hope you don’t mind
That I spend my life jumping the fence
While I let the rose bite the gun

I’ve always lived on the edge
Far from the crowd
Searching for my groove
I’m traveling without a passport

My heart is your home
And luck is rare
And I don’t know why
With this clumsy pride
I spend hours searching for a light
While drifting away from the crowd

And now I’m moving slow
Doesn’t matter where I end up
If under this infinite sky
I just need
A star to gaze upon

And now I’m moving slow
Doesn’t matter where I end up
If under this infinite sky
I just need
A little piece of the sea

No matter how much I search, something always
Will be missing
No matter how much I sail, something always
Will be missing