Carolina is in the driver's seat. Medellin, I think you're crazy. Now I'm smiling while she's slaying me. I asked the mirror. It said "get some sleep".
Under cork trees. Over Aguilas. We sat smoking and talked Americas in a fortress on a mountainside. I asked a stranger, then said nevermind.
I look different. I don't feel the same. Something's coming, but I don't know their name. Someone tell me what I'm doing wrong. I asked a woman. She said "night is long". "Day is longer." Is what I told her. In the dawn her hands got colder. Her eyes got drier as mine got older. Death by fire. Glowing...
