Ella Vendrá

She will come
And the wounds that mark my face
They will dry up in your mouth of water
I feel like she's coming

And finally the ceiling will stop crushing me
He will stop seeing me
Lonely kissing my pillow
Lonely burning my bed
Lonely waiting for you
I feel like she's coming

And her rouge lips will say seaweed
Seaweed and wind from the sea
She will come
I feel like, I feel like I feel like she's coming
I feel like, I feel like she's coming

The ceiling will finally stop crushing me
He will stop seeing me
Lonely kissing my pillow
Lonely burning my bed
Lonely waiting for you
I feel like she's coming
I feel like, I feel like she's coming