I'll reach you where the river flows
Leave you from, the road of words, starts to dry
I start to walk on empty streets
But never I'll go back on time
To find the ghosts against my head
Dry your soul, face the sun
And travel into these desert ways
Take a walk against the sands of time
And pull the trigger again
I'll reach the rain on desert plains
Lead the clouds to dry the day, on empty streets
But I will go back on time to face the ghosts
That always pulls me down, oh
Dry your soul, face the sun
And travel into these desert ways
Take a rest on the winds of time
Composição: Tiago Juk
