I awoke on a train south of Madrid
with nothing in my pockets but cold hands.
You spoke in the side of my neck.
Your foreign tongue just dances on my chest,
and you say,
Que sera, sera
My back begs for a place to sleep.
You're used to it but my body aches old
but I act like I could ride for weeks;
Id rather have my friend than have a bed,
so I say,
Que sera, sera
credits
from Tremble,
released April 27, 2017
Music by Headbed
Recording, Mixing, and Mastering by Sam Smiley
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