Once, he was spoken by another one
Palm on white handed through the door
Hand in water willing to displace
Another place into the highest unspoken room
Lost trace, aside the mother tongue
Head in water willing a new shape
Forgotten ways, undesired to himself
Razed mother, unbuilt crown
Foreign waters, fallen sisters
Stranger than the sound science through the dawn
Lost father, infusion crowd
No wires left to feel the same

Every little knot, outsider cramp
Undercover note, skinned by pens
Every little stop felt in absence
Voice appears missing, fallen in the throat
Every little talk, outsider pain
Lost in phonation, skinned by lens

Every little cord cut in absence
Voice appears missing, fallen in the throat
Every little stop felt in absence
Voice appears missing, fallen in the throat
Every little cord cut in absence
Voice appears missing, fallen in the field
In offer another hand
A dome, he said
It hasn't happened just once

Composição: Giovano Salvati / Ismael Pereira