August 24th
Down in the black water
Under the cold currents
You don’t see my turbulence
When I rise to the surface
With a face to the sun
I’ll come crashing over
Into the brackish sound
My mind is a horizon
My blood is a Corazon
Feeling the beat of the tides
Down in the black water
Under the cold currents
You don’t see my turbulence
When I rise to the surface
With a face to the sun
I’ll come crashing over
Into the brackish sound
My mind is a horizon
My blood is a Corazon
Feeling the beat of the tides