Letra de Edges
The night's filters do not respond Sweat is dropping on the pillow And my mind is in a larger agitation Which is pressing the templesEchoes of wind / echoes of wind My hand are searching your fingers The death of sleep and the artificial caress I wait for the morning timeAround the the night in silence The watcher dreams the joy That man was in the garden The devils are waitingEchoes of wind / echoes of wind My hands are searching your fingers Behind that door there's somebody calling Edges have no end