There goes the storm
Now it seems a regular landscape
A sodium-colored tree
And the fall of an electric angel
I have static and didn't want to hurt you again
I returned alone and charged
By the fall of another electric angel
Tangled in wires
I'm on the edge of resignation
It should be a habit
To hope that something breaks the unison
A new chord
Makes you look me in the eyes
Still I have the sun to kiss your shadow
Today I fell, upon leaving you alone
I already paid, to break the calm