Hallowed Winds

There is no next station
No cold dinner to heat
To be seen through a glass
That's what remains
It's been ten hours since I made coffee
I guess

The mattress is of marble
It's cozier than the skin
The shiver down my back
And the emptiness
It has always been like this, I guess
Better not to say nothing
My voice is unclear
Maybe it doesn't sound
Sure, that's the thing

Calling me home
Calling me home
Why are they calling me at home
The deceptive winds?
Calling me home
Calling me home
Why are they calling me at home
The delusive winds?

In a bag in a box
In a box in a hole
We treasure it
Even if we don't care
At last we won't have nothing
You stupid magpies

If the strong have the right
To impose their will
So why do the weak always prevail?
Not a tear, I must be a strong man
I guess
Or an emotional autistic
Or simply a bad man
The glass has no mist
The flies haven't come yet

Calling me home
Calling me home
Why are they calling me at home
Those revealing winds?
Precious for whom
Precious for whom
Why should they be precious for me
Those hallowed winds?
Calling me home
Calling me home
Why are they calling me at home
The deceptive winds?
Calling me home
Calling me home
Why are they calling me at home
Those hallowed winds?



Credits
Writer(s): Francisco Jose Galacho Sanchez
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