Blue glass on my face

I keep chasing all these circles

Never made it through customs

We've heard the ancient story

Devaneio en la Cantina

Jawab-E-Naqarat

Same blank stare that I wear on my skin

Winds keep talking at my shoulders

Every step a small salvation

Khamosh Sitamgar

Same table different coast

You sit at tables we pushed aside

Fado da Fenda

Let your justice roll like river

This is the Last Time I Turn Around

You won't notice when I'm gone

Folded paper in my pocket

I fade into the crowd

We have sung a thousand songs

We share the same pillow