Full Of Voices

Full of voices

My head breaks down

My head bursts in you

Full of gestures

My face breaks down

My face bursts in you

On some blue, light-green fields

On a long, leaking road

I confess there´s no course

That could lead me to you

Pictures of her

In those booklets

Crawling in my head

Trolleys, madness

Songs of coastguards

Can´t relieve my speed

On some blue, light-green fields

On a long, leaking road

I confess there´s no course

That could lead me to you