Boca En La Tierra
Vetusta Morla
Mouth On The Ground
Bullets were left for us
and a swarm of bees
that was their treasure and a rusty night.
They lifted us in their arms
discovered planets
we believed ourselves as strong as war heroes.
And in the middle of the lightning came altitude sickness
we were thirst in the air but mouth on the ground.
Now you light up the hours
with winks that slip away
covering memories with silver trays.
And we miss each other so much
that we start to take off
on avenues of glue, nailed by the knees.
And in the middle of the lightning came altitude sickness
we were thirst in the air but mouth on the ground.
The antenna is open waiting for a signal
the signal that doesn't reach this waiting room is an eternity.
And the perfect treasure was covered by the storm
with planes crossing in the darkest night.
And in the middle of the lightning came altitude sickness
we were thirst in the air but mouth on the ground.
