La Gravedad
Vetusta Morla
Gravity
He managed to become light and burn
Dilute the slab covering his eardrums
And listen, and listen to his voice
So clean that it hurts
And listen
He swore to put gravity in his name
Suspend the dregs of the air between sheets
And forget, and forget his voice
As fragile as sweat
And forget, and forget
They say it was the heat
That made his pulse his skin
I know it was his voice
And the story of that woman
He managed to become light and burn with him
Lit the brushwood like a scrap
The pinch of dust that trembles
And ignite, and ignite his voice
Was all he asked for
And ignite, and ignite his voice
They say it was the heat
That made his pulse his skin
I know it was his voice
And the story of that woman
I know it was his voice
And the story of that woman
Who fell by the sea
