Ruins
South: Terres Sacrées.
This was our place, the only place we were ever truly happy, our sanctuary under the sun…
Way down South, way down South
Life moves to a slower tune,
The Moon whispers to the Tides,
The Nights carry their Stories,
The Sun makes love to the Sky,
The Heat slows you down,
The Sea mends your Soul,
Way down South.
Life moves to a slower tune,
The Moon whispers to the Tides,
The Nights carry their Stories,
The Sun makes love to the Sky,
The Heat slows you down,
The Sea mends your Soul,
Way down South.
Terres de l’Ebre,
De battre mon cœur s’est accéléré.
De battre mon cœur s’est accéléré.
Nothing lasts
Nothing is finished
Nothing is perfect
Nothing is finished
Nothing is perfect