Idioma Origen:
One flight down.
There´s a song on low.
And your mind just picked up on the sound.
Now you know you´re wrong.
Because it drifts like smoke.
And it´s been there playing all along.
Now you know.
Now you know.
The reeds and brass have been weaving.
Leading into a single note.
In this place.
Where your arms unfold.
Here at least you see your ancient face.
Now you know.
Now you know.
The cadence rolls in broken.
Plays it over and then goes.
One flight down.
There´s a song on low.
And it´s been there playing all along.
Now you know.
Now you know.
Idioma Destino:
One flight down.
There´s a song on low.
And your mind just picked up on the sound.
Now you know you´re wrong.
Because it drifts like smoke.
And it´s been there playing all along.
Now you know.
Now you know.
The reeds and brass have been weaving.
Leading into a single note.
In this place.
Where your arms unfold.
Here at least you see your ancient face.
Now you know.
Now you know.
The cadence rolls in broken.
Plays it over and then goes.
One flight down.
There´s a song on low.
And it´s been there playing all along.
Now you know.
Now you know.