O Fantasma
k a m a i t a c h i
The Ghost
When I get home
I'm going to take my self out of me
And bury over a thousand feet
From this clay floor
So that my ghost
Go away from here
I was never an angel
I didn't even have wings
To fly away
What ails me
But I was once a demon
And I had to die
To learn to live like a human being
When I get home
I will tear away my self
Inside of me
And drown in these salty waters
Already passed
Let my ghost go
I'm sorry my dear
For bringing the storm
Winter, for our
Cozy home
I promise I will change
And don't let these rays
From past
Affect my life
And of all of us (all of us)
And of all of us (all of us)
And of all of us (all of us)
And that of all of us
And that of all of us
And that of all of us
And that of all of us
And that of all of us
And that of all of us
