Juana Maria

Withstand a lie on laundry
Pride intervenes as if the road leaves
By all means, file dreams
I love, I feel so wise

Fire in the trees from the island beside
Want to feel the warm night
Fire in their eye, fighting, fighting but I
If I could see the centuries, I'd run and hide
From the bottom of the ocean where I'd try to drop the notion
That a tiny-iny isle washed up with the tide

This day lie above me
Doubters receive as if the holy
By all means, file me
I owe man, free-stand foliage

Fire in the trees from the island beside
Want to feel the warm night
Fire in their eye, fighting, fighting but I
If I could see the centuries, I'd run and hide
From the bottom of the ocean where I'd try to drop the notion
That a tiny-iny isle washed up with the tide

Fire in the trees from the island beside
Want to feel the warm night
Fire in their eye, fighting, fighting but I
If I could see the centuries, I'd run and hide
From the bottom of the ocean where I'd try to drop the notion
That a tiny-iny isle washed up with the tide