These verses are born among everything,
Born from a thought crouching between the minutes of the morning.
They emerge as empty puppets,
Collapsed on the ground, unsure how to look.
They come to life under the guidance of a hand, and imagining fingers,
That make them dance.
Born like old lions
Awaiting the prey of time
With its dormant gravity,
While their snoring
Tears the universe apart.
They are born so slowly, that their place is no longer this.
Born as whispers, as sealed mouths.
Born grinding their teeth, contorting like small ideas amidst centuries of literature.
Born compressed into a sound, into an invented and possible word, which hurls their own bodies into infinity. which hurls their own bodies into infinity.
Invoke the angels and their terrible speech, there's something beautiful when they fall through the myst.
Echoing the voice that tamed, that tamed the beasts again.
Without the shelter of useful insights, let's dance wildly, let's fall apart.
Echoing the words that inflamed, that burned the treaty again.
Born from nothing, moulding and discovering,
Embracing the space that shelters them, with the burden of distances like giant amulets hanging from their necks.
Their eyes emerge from a look and not the other way around,
Yet unable to imagine the flight of a kiss without a mouth. the flight of a kiss without a mouth.
They are born after already being born, before even knowing each other.
Born with the relentless satisfaction of children, and their silent armies that touch everything.
Born as future myths, coiled since the beginning of time, oblivious to tedious routines.
Born in impossible places, overlooking landscapes of unstable geometry.
Born unseen.
Born despite the fact that nobody wants them to be born. nobody wants them to be born.
Invoke the angels and their terrible speech, there's something beautiful when they fall through the myst.
Echoing the voice that tamed, that tamed the beasts again.
We are the bees of the invisible, sipping the honey of the impossible.
Storing the nectar in the grand golden hive.
Let's reclaim the streets again, paper the walls with forgotten words.
Let's paint our faces, let's become wolves.
Time was woven
Like sweet threads of candy,
It tugged at the details, danced in front of me.
Let's don astronaut attire:
New realms to explore (already there), new lights to unfold (already on).
Everything felt pure.
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These verses are born among everything,
Born from a thought crouching between the minutes of the morning.
They emerge as empty puppets,
Collapsed on the ground, unsure how to look.
They come to life under the guidance of a hand, and imagining fingers,
That make them dance.
Born like old lions
Awaiting the prey of time
With its dormant gravity,
While their snoring
Tears the universe apart.
They are born so slowly, that their place is no longer this.
Born as whispers, as sealed mouths.
Born grinding their teeth, contorting like small ideas amidst centuries of literature.
Born compressed into a sound, into an invented and possible word, which hurls their own bodies into infinity. which hurls their own bodies into infinity.
Invoke the angels and their terrible speech, there's something beautiful when they fall through the myst.
Echoing the voice that tamed, that tamed the beasts again.
Without the shelter of useful insights, let's dance wildly, let's fall apart.
Echoing the words that inflamed, that burned the treaty again.
Born from nothing, moulding and discovering,
Embracing the space that shelters them, with the burden of distances like giant amulets hanging from their necks.
Their eyes emerge from a look and not the other way around,
Yet unable to imagine the flight of a kiss without a mouth. the flight of a kiss without a mouth.
They are born after already being born, before even knowing each other.
Born with the relentless satisfaction of children, and their silent armies that touch everything.
Born as future myths, coiled since the beginning of time, oblivious to tedious routines.
Born in impossible places, overlooking landscapes of unstable geometry.
Born unseen.
Born despite the fact that nobody wants them to be born. nobody wants them to be born.
Invoke the angels and their terrible speech, there's something beautiful when they fall through the myst.
Echoing the voice that tamed, that tamed the beasts again.
We are the bees of the invisible, sipping the honey of the impossible.
Storing the nectar in the grand golden hive.
Let's reclaim the streets again, paper the walls with forgotten words.
Let's paint our faces, let's become wolves.
Time was woven
Like sweet threads of candy,
It tugged at the details, danced in front of me.
Let's don astronaut attire:
New realms to explore (already there), new lights to unfold (already on).
Everything felt pure.
Born from a thought crouching between the minutes of the morning.
They emerge as empty puppets,
Collapsed on the ground, unsure how to look.
They come to life under the guidance of a hand, and imagining fingers,
That make them dance.
Born like old lions
Awaiting the prey of time
With its dormant gravity,
While their snoring
Tears the universe apart.
They are born so slowly, that their place is no longer this.
Born as whispers, as sealed mouths.
Born grinding their teeth, contorting like small ideas amidst centuries of literature.
Born compressed into a sound, into an invented and possible word, which hurls their own bodies into infinity. which hurls their own bodies into infinity.
Invoke the angels and their terrible speech, there's something beautiful when they fall through the myst.
Echoing the voice that tamed, that tamed the beasts again.
Without the shelter of useful insights, let's dance wildly, let's fall apart.
Echoing the words that inflamed, that burned the treaty again.
Born from nothing, moulding and discovering,
Embracing the space that shelters them, with the burden of distances like giant amulets hanging from their necks.
Their eyes emerge from a look and not the other way around,
Yet unable to imagine the flight of a kiss without a mouth. the flight of a kiss without a mouth.
They are born after already being born, before even knowing each other.
Born with the relentless satisfaction of children, and their silent armies that touch everything.
Born as future myths, coiled since the beginning of time, oblivious to tedious routines.
Born in impossible places, overlooking landscapes of unstable geometry.
Born unseen.
Born despite the fact that nobody wants them to be born. nobody wants them to be born.
Invoke the angels and their terrible speech, there's something beautiful when they fall through the myst.
Echoing the voice that tamed, that tamed the beasts again.
We are the bees of the invisible, sipping the honey of the impossible.
Storing the nectar in the grand golden hive.
Let's reclaim the streets again, paper the walls with forgotten words.
Let's paint our faces, let's become wolves.
Time was woven
Like sweet threads of candy,
It tugged at the details, danced in front of me.
Let's don astronaut attire:
New realms to explore (already there), new lights to unfold (already on).
Everything felt pure.
Writer: Rafa Moya
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid