Somos (part. Niña Pastori)

We are a shout on the wall
We are the marks on the skin
We are the evening about to fall
We are heat and fire

We are that wine waiting to be poured
That drizzle ready to soak
Killing loneliness
To pull a thorn from the world

We are
The seed
That just broke
In the ground

We are the crowned sky, we are
The foam on the shore, we are
The verb and the noun
Tangled in the cosmos, flying in the whole

With you, I have it all
We are the water and the cup
The verb and the noun
Tangled in the cosmos, flying in the whole

We are the song of a thrush
The soft mist on the skin
The warm coffee waiting to be sipped
We are a kiss without mystery

We are wine waiting to be poured
That drizzle ready to soak
Killing loneliness
To pull a thorn from the world

We are
The seed
That just broke
In the ground

We are the crowned sky, we are
The foam on the shore, we are
The verb and the noun
Tangled in the cosmos, flying in the whole

With you, I have it all
We are the water and the cup
The verb and the noun
Tangled in the cosmos, flying in the whole
We are