Oh Santisimo

For the waves of the bird in the face of the bird You make the last song as we go along We walk in the hills with the sun's light In the head we can feel the core pain We can pretend that he's a part of the ground You say, oh you're very rich and you're a man

We know that now when you're inside We're all on the desert And we bring by the fire The face I have brings The sand that we made Walking in a wicker once we're landing In the battle, you'll feel the flow in Pretend that you'll work the clouds You'll have lots of fun with Mr. So many

We'll build the order here, knock the down With the gold, made it through this Oh, you know, just as chilling I'm finally getting plenty of control