Baila Comigo

Dance with me
Just one more time
That little cry
That threw us
And did

Put on my red dress
At collor of the storm
That penetrates us

I put on your disappointment
Seeing me on the floor
Unconscious

Grope my faint fabric
Dacelaceradine
The heart screams
Floats without rhythm in these fingerprints
Able to perceive
What is meant to be

Lunático our idea
Frenetic our inertia

Grope my faint fabric
Dacelaceradine
The heart screams
Floats without rhythm in these fingerprints
Able to perceive
What is meant to be

Lunático our idea
Frenetic our inertia

Lunático our idea
Frenetic our inertia