Astral Sports

Shoebox
Yellow wheels
Pink scarf with some
Sunglasses
I have seen
More than i needed
And I'll start living
Right when i want to
Yeah we can fly
We can get high together
And we can rediscover
False projections
Levitate
A solemn minute
We are fixed to the sport
We'll never quit it

Polishing dust off your cosmic bald head
A keen sport to shake our memories awake
String inside a ketchup bottle
It brings me back to Mazatlán
So many situations I can't remember
It cost me the play, holding the torch of losing every second

Craft your fate
Hair receding
Locked in melancholy
Roads are splitting
Indentation
Within your prowess
You read it backwards now
Man, that's just nonsense
Yeah we can fly
We can hitchhike together
Traverse angular skies
And stormy weather
Levitate
Just for a minute
We are fixed to the sport
We'll never quit it

We'll never quit it
We'll never quit it
We'll never quit it
We'll never quit it
We'll never quit it
We'll never quit it
We'll never quit it



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Torres
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