Letras
Tables dressed with bread and wine
Petals trace an invisible line
Every laugh we give is an open door
And the air feels warmer than before
We do have
Our talks in the quiet
In the blue
For those who are not here
We look for you in the salt
The wind, the silver hue
You look for us
We look for you
Mask of bone, eyes burning bright
Dance in the arms of the night
No fear of death, no weight of years
Only the hum of the ones we cheer
A cup of coffee left in its place
Still holds the memory
We do have
Our talks in the quiet
In the blue
For those who are not here
We look for you in the salt
The wind, the silver hue
You look for us
We look for you
We do have
Our talks in the quiet
In the blue
For those who are not here
We look for you in the salt
The wind, the silver hue
You look for us
We look for you