Morning burst into the grey of a violent empty space,
The sound is good. It makes me want to scream,
Oh, the sound is good. Now that I can see,
A sunken city still there
Waiting for a silent stream
Are we living like an unknown breed?
Something will take us all out of here
Atlantico
Atlantico
I was warned in a dream. A misty message from the deep
But before noon I threw it into the sea
But before noon I was so scared to follow
A sunken city still there
Waiting for a silent stream
Are we living like an unknown breed?
Something will take us all out of here
Atlantico
Atlantico
Thoughts like balloons float in an asylum white room.
Don’t you think that’s weird?
Forever tied to a madman’s mind, balloons…
Thoughts are floating in an asylum morning
From the winter tides of steel, up to the highest sky´s beliefs
A lot of songs went too far but no one knows who we are
Morning burst into the grey of a violent empty space
Atlantico
Atlantico

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