Manuel Cervantes Pages Lyrics

Pages Lyrics

You were given a space

for you to exploit yourself

take it

it won't be long for a tide to come



Because I

As many others

have found wisdom in every wound

But blood confuses everything

Turns things to red

Stains

and never leaves



And she says

"If its mediocre

Dont even make a line"

"if you're mediocre

dont even take the time"

Not everyone can cause a thunderstorm

You have



And what are the odds?

None

But I keep on living

reading through

this pages of a distant paradise

somewhere different

somewhere unknown

What are the odds?

None



She has no choice but to be mute

her words will prevail

remembered

yet buried in our scars



You can tell it

By the look of my stitches

that I haven't healed completely

merely impossible

To fight against it

beyond

and completely lost



And she says

"if its mediocre

dont even take the time"

"If you arent golden

then you cannot be mine"

Not everyone can cause a hurricane

You have



And what are the odds?

None

But I keep on living

writing down

this pages of a distant paradise

somewhere different

somewhere unknown

What are the odds?

None



Softer than needles

Paralytical

Devastaded

Uninformed

Disconnected from life

Disconnected from paradise



And what are the odds?

None

But I keep on living

writing down

this pages of a distant paradise

somewhere different

somewhere unknown

What are the odds?

None