Are you feeling this wound? Can you tell me its flavour? Are you seeing the miscellany eroding the skies Uncovering what's behind the blue and the lies? Always wanted a piece of cloud since I was a kid and now I can't help but trembling as they fall Cause dear, it's the sign That has come the time To move those anchors from Certainties and safeties of our lifetime A sin, you may call it A need, I recognize it But near it's from both of us Denial won't be an alternative for the arrival When plains become mountains To swallow cities and reigns A sin, you may call it A need, I recognize it But near it's from both of us Denial won't be an alternative It's useless trying to avoid what's already here However, surrender won't be an alternative for the arrival