[LYRICS]
Hours, and hours, in the dirt
Between garden-cities and rocky-mountains
Hands against the window
And my stare navigating without landmark
And hours, and hours, away from my towers
Between night-cities and day-travels
Feet locked below the window
And my head navigating without detour.
Shadow painted under train stations
Flowers of these hostile lands
Ink to draw lighthouses
Words getting thinner.
And hours, and hours, in the dust
between cities of gardens, piles of stones
hands against the window
and my eyes who sail without a cue
and hours, and hours, away from my tours
between cities at night and day trips
feet stuck under the window
and my head that navigates without a detour.
shadows painted under stations
flowers of these hostile lands
of ink to draw my words
headlights that refined
nice....
We would like to introduce you to our friends Juan Blanco and their first single "Dernier Train". This exclusive music video is the beginning of a collaboration for the release of their new album "Relief & Sentences" out on March 24th.
Hope you love the song as much as we do!