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Melina Blanco
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Behind the Fog
She watches the rain drops fall The marching noise shakes the peachy walls She locks the door on her own Her morning coffees are not alone A telephone stuck in song She hopes that one day his call will come Maybe it's her squatting son Sharing whispers of his three, two, one
Oooooh, Oooooh Ooooooooh Oooooh, Oooooh Ooooooooh
Moments that meander aimlessly Pouring from the soil across the sea Behind the fog, seen on the road Waiting to take me where life can unfold It's the prologue, behind the fog And held in my core
She sits by the wooden fruit A stone kitchen still ripe with youth He watches her pixel screen The cars dissolve through the cooking steam How many plates does she calculate For her brother's family and their bright blue stains How many films are slept through per day How many more will he watch awake
Oooooh, Oooooh Ooooooooh Oooooh, Oooooh Ooooooooh Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Moments that meander aimlessly Pouring from the soil across the sea Behind the fog, seen on the road Waiting to take me where life can unfold It's the prologue, behind the fog And held in my core
They're glorious, victorious Reflecting on the bricks Revisiting my tales and memories They'll always be in times of tea Projecting through the mist
Oooooh, Oooooh Ooooooooh Oooooh, Oooooh Ooooooooh
Moments that meander aimlessly Pouring from the soil across the sea Behind the fog, seen on the road Waiting to take me where life can unfold It's the prologue, behind the fog And held in my core
Na na na, Na na na na Na na na na na na
Oooooh, Oooooh Ooooooooh
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