Fantasía Petricor

I'm still drunk in the shadows
I wanna dance rock and roll on the carpet
Until my blood turns to vapor
Damn love when it throws us scraps

Who will tell the story? There's more hysteria than honor
And in the misery, the evil sneaks away
Stabbing a dagger until it bleeds the memory
Transient sensations, random connections
I'm sketching out fate and premonitory anguish
Everything leads us to that same fate
We were born in a revolving door
We're the tired dog that bites its own tail in confusion
I'm still trapped in what hurts me
I get tangled up with my own insides
Who do you miss if your soul gets lost?
Who do you share your harmony and rage with?

In tune with the dawn and as the sun sets, I hear that voice that speaks to me
And it makes me accept that what I can no longer change, I’ll have to take it easy

Petrichor fantasy, flowers bloom from the wasteland
Petrichor fantasy, what color is forgetfulness?
Every detail is revealing when I distance myself from the noise
My land fell in love with the courage of its outlaws
Petrichor fantasy, flowers bloom from the wasteland
Petrichor fantasy, what color is forgetfulness?
Every detail is revealing when I distance myself from the noise
My land fell in love with the courage of its outlaws

I wanna dance rock and roll on the carpet
Until my blood turns to vapor
Damn love when it throws us scraps

This is how the cyclical works
I tell you my story in alcoholic sunsets
I see your pictorial face, how useless it is to want to forget
I live the night as an act of faith, wanting to pray
With words I don’t know
And why does God make me wake up just when the dream gets better?

In tune with the dawn and as the sun sets, I hear that voice that speaks to me
And it makes me accept that what I can no longer change, I’ll have to take it easy

Petrichor fantasy, flowers bloom from the wasteland
Petrichor fantasy, what color is forgetfulness?
Every detail is revealing when I distance myself from the noise
My land fell in love with the courage of its outlaws
Petrichor fantasy, flowers bloom from the wasteland
Petrichor fantasy, what color is forgetfulness?
Every detail is revealing when I distance myself from the noise
My land fell in love with the courage of its outlaws