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Music by Aurora Ferrer & Xavi Jiménez
Lyrics & arrangement: Aurora Ferrer
Aurora Ferrer - Vocals, keyboards
Dennis Bausdorf - Guitars
Raoul Zillani - Bass
Eric Beckmann - Drums
DIY recordings mixed by Marc Maurer.
Lyrics & arrangement: Aurora Ferrer
Aurora Ferrer - Vocals, keyboards
Dennis Bausdorf - Guitars
Raoul Zillani - Bass
Eric Beckmann - Drums
DIY recordings mixed by Marc Maurer.
Straight insight rehabbed by passion
Fooled demands and opened mouths
Strange delight undone by action
I screech, you defy, we all covet
Shadows are crumbed
How much of your pride are you able to swallow?
Your salt tongue in my chapped hands
How much of your pride are you able to swallow?
Worlds and strains become balls of yarn
Summary of an old deed without an obvious foe
Lysergic lovers cry their entrails on the wall
Ink in water, flash on sand and kisses on an empty stunt
I screech, you defy, we all covet
Shadows are crumbed
How much of your pride are you able to swallow?
Your salt tongue in my chapped hands
How much of your pride are you able to swallow?
Worlds and strains become balls of yarn
How much of your pride are you able to swallow?
I screech, you defy, we all covet
How much of your pride are you able to swallow?
Worlds and strains become balls of yarn
Shadows are crumbed
Fooled demands and opened mouths
Strange delight undone by action
I screech, you defy, we all covet
Shadows are crumbed
How much of your pride are you able to swallow?
Your salt tongue in my chapped hands
How much of your pride are you able to swallow?
Worlds and strains become balls of yarn
Summary of an old deed without an obvious foe
Lysergic lovers cry their entrails on the wall
Ink in water, flash on sand and kisses on an empty stunt
I screech, you defy, we all covet
Shadows are crumbed
How much of your pride are you able to swallow?
Your salt tongue in my chapped hands
How much of your pride are you able to swallow?
Worlds and strains become balls of yarn
How much of your pride are you able to swallow?
I screech, you defy, we all covet
How much of your pride are you able to swallow?
Worlds and strains become balls of yarn
Shadows are crumbed
