Letras
I took the street down in the city,
To see those eyes that fly to the dawn.
They have the claws that never feel pity,
To trick your heart before they are done.
In the corridor...
She wears a coat covered with glitter,
Up from the stairs that come from below.
In her look, she is hiding a secret;
In her mirror, the lights turn to stone.
In the corridor...
Remember the secrets
That weren't supposed to be told,
And how they whispered inside your clothes.
Remember the voices
That you were leaving along the road,
And how they winked inside the dust.
I took the street down in the city,
Through the gate she wants me to know.
The neon lights are warm and witty,
With her shadow, she is traveling alone.
In the corridor...
She breaks the earth and creates the hunger,
And builds the bridge that takes us back home.
In her eyes, there is a long way;
In her hand, there is a gun.
In the corridor...
Remember the secrets
That weren't supposed to be told,
And how they whispered inside your clothes.
Remember the voices
That you were leaving along the road,
And how they winked inside the dust.
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