BABILONIA - Anniversary (feat. Celia Chavez)

Who
Says the owl outside my window
Who
Do you think you are where will you go
It's been three hundred sixty five dry days
And the desert's got a mercenary way
Of stripping you
Down to your bones
Run
Is my instinct oh so strong
Run
to the bright horizon
And the desert's gonna help me clear my head
When the sunrise turns the sky to red
I remember
How far I've come
If I ever think to double back
Oh no no, the landscape is too cold
Dress again in city black
Oh no no, I'd rather pan
For gold
Dust
What we're made of, what we'll become
Dust
clouds the bright horizon
The wind can raise a devil made of sand
To tear the future from my hands
Gotta hold on fast
Stay on this road
If I ever think to double back
Oh no no, the landscape is too cold
Dress again in city black
Oh no no, I'd rather pan
For gold
And an anniversary's a funny thing
With weathered hands no trace of rings
The day still stings
The bell still tolls
The day still stings
The bell still tolls
Who

Written by:
Celia Chavez

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