Moment Soundtrack

Put your coat on, this city trembles.

Keep your chin up, as you untagle God

From cold blood and bruises.

We are x-rays of something broken.

Cursive bloodlines write every forecast:

An orchestration of dissonance and

Innocent surrender.

When our colors dies.

We will burry the ashes of time.

And we will earn new eyes.

Wrists get tired rewriting futures.

Our bodies beg us to be creatures of habit.

We are creatures of habit.

Only with careful hands

We´ll turn their fangs into feathers and cures.

Only with careful hands

We´ll divide the prisoner

From the pioneer.

Clever beauty

Umbrellas folding.

In architecture, our lines will measure

A map to find us.

Blue ink will guide us home.

Cranes are creping, lifting metal,

We will find new ways to settle,

Tipping scales from the killer to its prey.

I can feel the weight around us,

Climbing every rib inside us,

A santuary in a lion´s mouth.