Nico - Marlango

Nico - Marlango
Written by：Leonor Watling/Alejandro Pelayo
My mind wonders with no map
I have
No route no point
I daydream
My mind wonders with no map
And real life colours seem washed out
My eyes see things of a secret nature
I resist from trying to understand
I tear the pages of my past
To recall what you think you thought you wanted
Every yersterday is empty
And no tomorrow will hold
What you
Carry with yourself today
I carry with myself today
No route no point no map
My eyes see things
Of a secret
Nature and I think if I find a word
I will unlock the past
As if a morning
Could wake up some side of me
That is plain and rich
Full and lovely and
Hidden
Plain and full of colours
'Cause I have all the words in me
Words I've never heard before
I try to pick up what's lefts
I try to
Pick up what slips through your mouth
And find that my
Own words are so
Dull and empty
I desist
I quit
I don't know
Answers to
Questions you
You make
You wait