Parade (feat. Clelia Vega)

Under the reign of the broken trees Under the path of one of the forgotten seas I will carry you With all the flowers you deserve With all due respect and all the burning doves I will bury you And to make sure that this is over I will raise a concrete grave I'm getting sick of getting used to you With all the blasts and all the fears With all the flames and all the tears I'm done I won't comfort you With all the space and all the grace And between the seas and between the trees All the farewells will look the same to you And when the whole place turns into ashes With all the faces fading to black The next day I will cry and blame myself And then I'll be mad at you Before the rain and between the storms I will stand on my feet I will melt the sand and the rose And then you'll see how I'll get rid of you Within the fury's the fairytale Beneath the skies and above the stones Foreigners will ask and then they will laugh at you Under the reign of the broken trees Under the path of one of the forgotten seas I will carry you With all the flowers you deserve With all due respect and all the fuckin' burning doves I will bury you I will bury you