Copenhage
Vetusta Morla
Copenhagen
He ran, he was never taught to walk
He went after pale lights
She fled from mirages and extra hours
Airports. Some come, others go
Just like Alice without a city
The courage to leave
The fear of arriving
It rains in the canal, the current shows
The way to the sea
Everyone is already asleep
Letting yourself go sounds too good
Playing at random
Never knowing where you can end up
Or start
A moment while the tourists leave
A dawn train
Managed to draw
The border between always or never
It rains in the canal, the current shows
The way to the sea
Everyone is already asleep
Letting yourself go sounds too good
Playing at random
Never knowing where you can end up
Or start
She sleeps after the storm
She didn't take off her clothes
She dreams of waking up
In another time and in another city
Letting yourself go sounds too good
Playing at random
Never knowing where you can end up
Or start
