Owner of My Heart
Sara Comeron
Emerging from my second skin
no more healing, no more teardrops
flesh and bones, sticks and stones
no one hurts, no more teardrops
aaah
I can smell that ancient smoke
grandpa smiles through the bonfire
now he sings, now he prays
""no one hurts, no more teardrops""
aaah
Flames will cover your poor soul
windy wails will break your crown
could the dancers dry the ground?
All the colors of the night
they will carry just one word
I'm the owner of my heart
I'm the owner of my heart
Flames will cover your poor soul
windy wails will break your crown
could the dancers dry the ground?
All the colors of the night
they will carry just one word
I'm the owner of my heart
I'm the owner of my heart
aaah
aaah
aaah