I know what you did beforeFutile things you should ignoreWhen you won’t care anymoreYou’ll see there is so much, so much left to score
Cause everlasting onirismRight in you head will lead the rhythmYou get around, you’re not a victimYou are free to drown
Cause everlasting onirismHelp you to sing and they will listenYou get around, you’re not a victimYou’re alive, alive, alive
Like a mask you’ve always woreIn the maze you should escapeWith your gaze, watch and reshapeAs an open open cosmos to explore
Cause everlasting onirismRight in you head will lead the rhythmYou get around, you’re not a victimYou are free to drown
Cause everlasting onirismHelp you to sing and they will listenYou get around, you’re not a victimYou’re alive, alive, alive

Uhoo oh ooh oh ohoo
21 puñaladas
me diste en el pecho21 puñaladas
de puro despechoy 20 son las puntadas
que tengo en el cuello
porque 21 puñaladas
recibi en el pecho

estoy tatuandome tu nombreporque esta noche no voy a ​morir
Uhoo oh ooh oh ohoo
21 puñaladas
me diste en el pecho21 puñaladas
de puro despechoy son siempre tus pisadas
que me llevan al hueco
porque 21 puñaladas
me quitan el sueño
estoy despierto desde anocheporque esta luna no me deja ​dormir
Uhoo oh ooh oh ohoo
21 puñaladas
me diste en el pecho21 puñaladas
de puro despechoy como duelen tus patadas
en el huevo derecho
porque 21 puñaladas
corazón desecho
voy huyendo de tu sombraporque esta noche no voy a ​morir

Hold on hope

When you don’t call
Wake up, and wait for vision
Search for light, in darkened rooms

Let me see, all the figures behind me
Courage low, and faint of heart

I can feel it, I can feel it
And now i see it, and now i see it’s right
You gotta go away to come back home
To stop holding on, to stop holding on,

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
To be certain of alone, feel so alone

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,

Wake up To make The decision

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue
And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling
And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right
To come back home,

To be holding on, to be holding on,

to be holding on, to be holding on
And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up
What it feels to be alone