Idioma Origen:
Why can't we speak another language,
One we all agree on?
When when men look outside, they see houses
Instead of the fields they grew from.
We are constantly uprooted from them,
Making us tiresome and fearful.
Can you get up right now, endeavor to freefall?
Cause you can fall if you want to
It's just a matter of how far.
You've treasured our home town,
but you've forgotten where you are.
And it will stay with you
Until your mind's been found,
and it has been found wandering around.
With that skipping rope,
the trampoline,
the crafty smoke that made us choke
but we didn't give up hope.
It's just the simple ways of getting paid.
the carelessness of running away
I wish I stayed.
I wish I stayed.
Patterns all arranged in my background,
Pillars and posts keeping this country on form.
Letters were all sent with no addresses
So that people can't discover
That we're always under cover.
Why do we always draw triangles?
Instead of the words this paper deserves.
Listen, I don't own my clothes but I own my mind, and It's not what you've lost but it's what you find.
Idioma Destino:
Why can't we speak another language,
One we all agree on?
When when men look outside, they see houses
Instead of the fields they grew from.
We are constantly uprooted from them,
Making us tiresome and fearful.
Can you get up right now, endeavor to freefall?
Cause you can fall if you want to
It's just a matter of how far.
You've treasured our home town,
but you've forgotten where you are.
And it will stay with you
Until your mind's been found,
and it has been found wandering around.
With that skipping rope,
the trampoline,
the crafty smoke that made us choke
but we didn't give up hope.
It's just the simple ways of getting paid.
the carelessness of running away
I wish I stayed.
I wish I stayed.
Patterns all arranged in my background,
Pillars and posts keeping this country on form.
Letters were all sent with no addresses
So that people can't discover
That we're always under cover.
Why do we always draw triangles?
Instead of the words this paper deserves.
Listen, I don't own my clothes but I own my mind, and It's not what you've lost but it's what you find.