I am my shore, wind that does not stop blowing. There are songs that put me on my knees. I have nights that do not know how to finish. I am my shore ... the source of my light is endured by salt. I am what I give you and what you give me when I have trouble breathing. Here we continue walking the regret of living behind the bread. Death seals our lips, uniforms us and tells us how to walk. We go around and around. We go around and around. Your love is eaten with your hands and it's been so long since you look back. It will continue to crumble what you receive if you do not care what you give. You go round and round. You go round and round. The distance that looks at me and I did not want to look at it. I turned my head and now I do not know how to stop it. The spaces in the house filled with songs, the drums rumbled and the windows opened. Tell me where they sell, pussy, my freedom ... to buy it. MY freedom, to buy it: that here we are like houses with extinguished light bulbs, remembering old lights that went away and are needed. I no longer speak to any fear or demons in the back. There is bad grass in my path and I already know how to pull it out. I already know how to start it. Here we continue walking the regret of living behind the bread. Death seals our lips, uniforms us and tells us how to walk. We go around and around. We go around and around. Your love is eaten with your hands and it's been so long since you look back. It will continue to crumble what you receive if you do not care what you give. You go round and round. You go round and round.