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 burry 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 burry you

I will burry you