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