Nikita Cano – Förutsedd

We dance in cathedrals
Cold winds lift us high
Lakes whisper blurred signals
Miles melt on sunrise

Has been hiding in mountains
Below the cloud foam
Blue heart glowing at night
But soon might be thrown

On ceiling of landscape
We draw bright red thoughts
Then watch how they escape
Connecting the dots

We’re driven by bloodstream
Through electric shocks
When it starts to feel foreseen
Is when it gets burst