
Nowhere Sides Omar Rodríguez-López
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[Verse 1]
Keep, I'm pushing hard, searching for a man
His eyes are yellow, and he can't really come
What's left a ghost, city of my hand
Nobody's laughing, or waiting for a pulse
[Chorus]
Yes he keeps on looking for his father's son
But he's not to be found
Yes he keeps on looking for his father's son
But he's not to be found
[Verse 2]
Build the nerve to swim, breathing in his dust
Underwater burial at the desk of Notre Dame
Sunders half-dead, pretending not to care
The troops are statues, standing in the sun
[Chorus]
Yes he keeps on looking for his father's son
But he's not to be found
Yes he keeps on looking for his father's son
But he's not to be found
[Bridge]
Soon it has come, a virtue
It seems absolved to this Earth
Skirts with nails are spreading
Soft pain, burnt lips on peaceful lips
Your soft still soul's damaged
Soon it has come, a virtue again
Every day when I appear to stay
Lousy day the ground is wrecked with
Keep, I'm pushing hard, searching for a man
His eyes are yellow, and he can't really come
What's left a ghost, city of my hand
Nobody's laughing, or waiting for a pulse
[Chorus]
Yes he keeps on looking for his father's son
But he's not to be found
Yes he keeps on looking for his father's son
But he's not to be found
[Verse 2]
Build the nerve to swim, breathing in his dust
Underwater burial at the desk of Notre Dame
Sunders half-dead, pretending not to care
The troops are statues, standing in the sun
[Chorus]
Yes he keeps on looking for his father's son
But he's not to be found
Yes he keeps on looking for his father's son
But he's not to be found
[Bridge]
Soon it has come, a virtue
It seems absolved to this Earth
Skirts with nails are spreading
Soft pain, burnt lips on peaceful lips
Your soft still soul's damaged
Soon it has come, a virtue again
Every day when I appear to stay
Lousy day the ground is wrecked with
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