Baldosas

How to recognize I was a slave,
My day and my dreams locked away,
That ferryman at my door got ahead of me,
When my life began, my clock stopped ticking.

I lay in the grass that grows wild and untamed,
Let my dreams die, accepted I was insane,
Counting spins in the blades of my fan,
Spent these two summers colder than hot.

Dreams are just dreams, said a brilliant man,
But excuse me, I knew that long before,
I don’t believe in books that tell me how to think,
And even though I run from fate, it won’t go wrong for me again.

I walk down the street dodging the tiles,
It’s not a quirk, it’s just that hurting them feels wrong,
I don’t believe in people who say nothing’s unreal,
And even though I run from fate, it won’t go wrong for me again.

It won’t go wrong for me again
It won’t go wrong for me again
It won’t go wrong for me again
It won’t go wrong for me again

How to recognize I was a slave,
My day and my time forgotten,
Under the shade of flowers, I learned to breathe,
Mixed the colors and dreamed in black.

Dreams are just dreams, said a brilliant man,
But excuse me, I knew that long before,
I don’t believe in books that tell me how to think,
And even though I run from fate, it won’t go wrong for me again.

I walk down the street dodging the tiles,
It’s not a quirk, it’s just that hurting them feels wrong,
I don’t believe in people who say nothing’s unreal,
And even though I run from fate, it won’t go wrong for me again.

It won’t go wrong for me again
It won’t go wrong for me again
It won’t go wrong for me again
It won’t go wrong for me again

Dreams are just dreams, said a brilliant man,
But excuse me, I knew that long before,
I don’t believe in books that tell me how to think,
And even though I run from fate, it won’t go wrong for me again.

Dreams are just dreams, said a brilliant man,
But excuse me, I knew that long before,
I don’t believe in books that tell me how to think,
And even though I run from fate, it won’t go wrong for me again.

I walk down the street dodging the tiles,
It’s not a quirk, it’s just that hurting them feels wrong,
I don’t believe in people who say nothing’s unreal,
And even though I run from fate, it won’t go wrong for me again.