IMPOSSIBLE TREES

Watching candles against the sky
Circles of light
The haze of night
There's close laughter
The sound of voices
Was one of them yours?

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Beyond the hills, the dark hills
Are other people
They're a mystery 
And I'm falling 
Staring upward
For shooting stars
Was one of them yours?

 

She's a whirlwind
Beautiful whirlwind
And Lisbon is full

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She's a whirlwind
Beautiful whirlwind 
And Lisbon is full
Of impossible trees.

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Who's that knocking on my door?
Under a full moon what was happening?
There where voices under my window
Was one of them yours?

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She's a girl with a camera
Suddenly free and freedom suits her
Travels the world looking for magic
But the magic is hers.

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She's a whirlwind
Beautiful whirlwind
And Lisbon is full
Of impossible trees.

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© Tobias Zaldua