Ghost Town from Swan Songs by YÆKA

I wait for the rain to leave the coast and fade away
with all the ghosts (unfriendly hosts)
We're the shapes of the night
From the moon flows the bleakest light to shroud us in the cold air
It's the onset of winter and our souls, like trees, are bare

Eu não sei o que fazer agora que você foi embora
Tudo me parece ter a mesma cor, a mesma luz escura

I wake up shivering in the morning wind
Silence leaks from walls - Drops they sting like
crystalline salt in my open wound
I call your name but you're not around
anymore

Eu não sei como trazer você de volta pra mim
Tudo me parece ser a mesma dor, tristeza sem fim

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