Pre-Chorus
Nylon guitar that makes your soft cone gas distant bells hum in the hood.
My lifeline runs beneath the open sky.
Sunflower nights and lanterns passing by, Short miles that stole our breath and set us free.
Your hand, the map that always came to me.
Línea de mi vida — island of gold, Línea de mi vida — the story we hold rising.
Where the tide remembers every name, Where our shadows learn to dance in flame.
Trust me, I bring your sweetest dreams, Línea de mi vida — moonlit scenes.
Trust me, I hold your heart in time, Línea de mi vida — sing with me tonight.
Pre-Chorus
I ran the miles to carve a brighter day, Wings up, we flew where memories stay.
Tears fell like rain, but we learned to fly.
We chased the storms and folded them in time, Sunflower streets and a city far away.
We traced the night from dusk to east and moved way.
Every road it turned me to your eyes, Every sunrise taught me how to rise.
Trust me, I bring your sweetest dreams, Línea de mi vida — moonlit scenes.
Trust me, I hold your heart in time, Línea de mi vida — sing with me tonight.
Remember the ferry at the edge of dawn? You left, the sky was blue and I held on.
When the sea grew cold and the weeds edged.
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