Palisades/Storm - San Fermin

There is a place

I believe

Where we could live

And never leave

In secret air

The hazy glow

We smoke cigars

We dance like wolves

Overgrown

In palisades

That keep us close

That keep us safe

Oh no

Don’t leave me at the end

Oh no

Don’t leave me at the end

My friend

Under the moon

We stay awake

And in the dark

We move like snakes

We eat dust

And luna wings

The leaves above

Whisper things

And we stay young

Day by day

The godless aims

To which we stray

Overgrown

I believe

How we would live

How we would be

Oh no

Don’t leave me at the end

Oh no