Souvenir - Gazpacho

Time draws its lines with frantic pace

Lines in her palm and in her face

Map the cuts in marble dreaming

The choice in staying hurt or leaving

Collect new memories

Trust in what you feel

Time will draw its lines with frantic pace

Map the cuts that heal

Map the cuts that bleed

Time draws its lines with frantic pace

Feel it flowing through your veins

Fly away or escape within

The walls are paper thin

Collect new memories

Trust in what is real

Time will draw its lines with frantic pace

Map the cuts that heal

Map the cuts that bleed

In darkness you will need a light

An empty stage to ease your flight

I know she said it died that day

Nothing really left to say

Collect new memories

Trust in what you need

Time will draw its lines with frantic pace

Map the cuts that heal

Map the cuts that bleed

Collect new memories

Time is what you need

Watch it drawing lines with frantic pace

Map what you believe

Map the cuts that heal