Brazos De Sol

Today I felt like it, not the muses
Today I have no excuses or apologies to sing to you
To write you a verse and hang you from here
Until the desire of the morning about to come

Today, first of the second of the year
While this woman breaks the space to finally invent herself
To look at her completely in silence and in profile
I take her hands as a stage to exist

And it doesn't matter what they say
That it's cliché
To talk about love that they curse
If they haven't tasted
The night in your arms of Sun

The clock stops on us
The ten fall, sliding down her shoulders and the light filters in
That gets tangled in your hair but you set it free
Gold and diamond for a moment of blue tone

And it doesn't matter what they say
That it's cliché
To talk about love that they curse
If they haven't tasted
The night in your arms of Sun

And it doesn't matter what they say
That it's cliché
To talk about love that they curse
If they haven't tasted
The night in your arms of Sun