Veils
Sara Comeron
Come to me, sweet ocean of doubts and anger
Waves cannot force you and you always want to be unspoken
One by one, words will make you dance, darling, with me
I tell you now, my friend, you´d better listen carefully: between love and redemption there´s only e minor, baby
If all the veils of my dress blear your vision, then you never saw me, you never saw me
If all the veils of my dress blear your vision, then you never saw me, you never saw me, you never saw me, you never saw me...
