Cáprica
Manuel Garcia
Caprica
When I hear your shoes
It will be time to march
The bells are far away
But I hear them here
In some hourglass
Time falls endlessly
The big bang breaks the silence
With its metal eyes
And when you appear
I feel you're not real
That only my mind
Hears your crystal voice
Your dress is like foam
The desire is to fly
The two moons on your chest
Dawn breaks and they're gone
And when you appear
I feel you're not real
That only my mind
Hears your crystal voice
