Morning Coffee

Woke up this morning
Espresso tinted fingertips
The Italian woman poured me a cup
Over Russian roulette
With an old fashioned text
Theorizing over worship & love
And we could travel to Mars
But the journey is so far
And I'd rather stay here and play my guitar
With the man from Brasil
I think of him still
Twenty dollars inside of my hat

Sin expectativas
Solo queremos amor
Y cuando nuestro tiempo
Se acabe, nos iremos
Porque la vida es corta
Como la duración de esta canción
Entonces cantamos mientras podamos

Later that evening
Wood burning séance
Open bottles and pockets full of sand
While the hearts of a few
Slowly diffused
Borders broken with a weaving set of hands
And the moral of it all
Is we're all so small
We need someone to hold
To sway so gently
To imaginary metronomes
What else do we gotta do but grow old?

Sin expectativas
Solo queremos amor
Y cuando nuestro tiempo
Se acabe, nos iremos
Porque la vida es corta
Como la duración de esta canción
Entonces cantamos mientras podamos



Credits
Writer(s): Nicolás Di Iulio
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