Enough with the same crying shame
I resign
I’ll go slow through cotton plains, perspectives change
My southern mind
All along, the sky was an ocean
I fall, a deeper state of love and grace
A foreign light
And grow from the shade of white and gray
The bluest nights
All along, the sky was an ocean
I am done waiting for the rain
Oh, this soil holds me no more
From the darkness I arose
I'm the weather, I'm the storm
Mais, quero mais
Já não faz mais sentido
Mais, quero mais
Já não faz mais sentido
All along, the sky was an ocean
