Little Spain Songtext
von Pine Barons

Underestimated this and all, now, featureless everything
The same breath keeps shouting out numbers and names
It still scars them like hell
Cooling off soon
No time to break down
The matter of all those sour filaments

My fine miracle
Each hour is set to your bright world
And I know if it′s not golden, it won't stay too long


Settle my mind with valuable times
Filling the air, they ring so inaudible
Stay there, keep humming to Lucifer
Come back, evolved and theatrical
Such furious eyes, sticky with death
Made to terrify, no matter the rest
Not my miracle

Each hour it feels like we are much closer with darkness
I know it′s not gold and it won't stay too long

Come back to me, my fine miracle
Each hour is set to your bright world
And I know that it's gold
And that it won′t stay for too long