I made myself a tower of burning stones
And set it on fire to wake my bones
A spine made of ice and a heart of glass
Oh how easily I could crack
And so I’ll wait until time rolls on
Till stone comes to ash, and night to dawn
Can’t you feel the fire?
Listen to the flames’ choir
Listen to all the whispers you’ve heard
Don’t ignore that little bird
Saying, don’t rescue her, it’s the flames she prefers
She’s the one who made the tower to burn
It’s all true, you know I set myself on fire
Because I know my heart, that awful liar
Can’t you feel the fire?
Listen to the flames’ choir
Please, don’t let me burn
In this fire I’ve so rightfully earned
I’m watching for you through the smoke
I’ll climb down when I know there’s hope
No need to risk your self to pull me out
Just don’t leave me waiting with doubt
Can’t you feel the fire?
Listen to the holy choir!
Please, don’t let me burn
I’ve found all I could learn
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022
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