Noviembre

The dimension in which I want to kiss you and I can't
The dimension in which this love blooms in me
Where the muses seek to give birth to dreams
Where I stole your face in front of a sunset
I have asked permission from my brave fears
Those that have allowed me to fly without falling
And although they assure they will keep the memory
They cannot promise they will withstand your kisses
Souls at work

Let's make a wound between us
I'll put my chest, you'll put the shadows
I know the sea

Forgive the times we've thrown
Pieces of stories still unfinished
I gave the night some hungry bodies
As an offering asking for blessing
There was a feast of flesh, moans, and desire
She looked at us as children but didn't answer
The dimension in which I want to kiss you and I can't
Although maybe you won't feel it anymore
A muse appears very quiet with short hair
With bluest of blues almost ready to give birth
Souls at work

Let's make a wound between us
I'll put my chest, you'll put the shadows
I know the sea

Forgive the times we've thrown
Pieces of stories still unfinished November
Still unfinished November
Still unfinished November
Still unfinished November
Still unfinished November
Still unfinished November