Los Angéles
Los Claxons
The Angels
Look how everything looks from here
look how the road
straightens out again
I'm passing cars
and old pavement
leaving behind
city, my fear and doubts
that were holding me back from going to find her
It's easier to breathe
the wind between my hand and something else
thinking of seeing you again
Before the one who has to arrive
comes
I must reach Los Angeles
hear her sing again
before what will come
I feel that today
the road and I are synonymous
just keep moving,
follow the light until I arrive
It's easier to breathe
the wind passes between my hand and something else
thinking that I can
see you again
Before the one who has to arrive
comes
I must reach Los Angeles
hear her sing again
before what will come
I want to see you again
time will not matter
Before the one who has to arrive
comes
I must reach Los Angeles
hear her sing again
before what will come
I want to see you again
time will not matter
Look how the road
straightens out again
