I. enemy:
and now there's the time where you learn to count
one, two, three, four, five, six,seven, eight, nine, ten
you made myself my own enemy
you made myself my own enemy
and you learn to count
one-two-three, one-two-three-four
and you learn to count
one-two-three, one-two-three-four
and you learn to count
one-two-three, one-two-three-four
and you learn to count
one-two, one-two-three-four
you made myself my own enemy
you made myself my own enemy
and you learn to count
one-two-three, one-two-three-four
and you learn to count
one-two-three, one-two-three-four
and you learn to count
one-two-three, one-two-three-four
and you learn to count
one-two, one-two-three-four
you made myself my own enemy
you made myself my own enemy
II. outer space:
(instrumental)
III. the sea is the outer space:
My fingers have become a hoof
and I dont know how to breathe
My fingers have become a hoof
and I dont think
I can feel anymore.
feel anymore.
feel anymore.
feel anymore.
You Know, weve been living in an island
and the sea is the outer space.
You know, weve been treating us like cowards
and the sea is the outer space.
Artist: Lost Trailers
Artist: Dark Moor
Artist: Aline Barros