The Room
Narayán García Campos
Dreaming in my room
A white spot grows
I won't feel your loss
Your signal's lost
Now, here I do
Here I fly
Here I try
Feeling free
In my room
Work 'Till dusk
I won't think
Think about you
Now, here I do
Here I fly
Here I try
Feeling free
In my room
Work 'Till dusk
I won't think
Think about you
Sitting in the floor
I feel the cold
Touching the
Breaking point
I will let go
Now, here I do
Here I fly
Here I try
Feeling free
In my room
Work 'Till dusk
I won't think
Think about you
Now, here I do
Here I fly
Here I try
Feeling free
In my room
Work 'Till dusk
I won't think
Think about you