Silver Timothy
I was met on the road by a face I once knew
Shapeless was his frame and his colors were few
We went out for a time but his sentence is in
Climbing in to the eye where the numbers begin
Go back down, don't touch the ground
Go back down, don't touch the ground
Go back down, don't touch the ground
Go back down, don't touch the ground
I was met on the road by a face that was mine
Echo chambers installed where the diamonds decline
You can never go home if you were never shown
Spots on the irises bleed where the numbers were born
Go back down, don't touch the ground
Go back down, don't touch the ground
Go back down, don't touch the ground
Go back down, don't touch the ground
Timoteo Plateado
Me encontré en el camino con un rostro que conocía
Sin forma era su figura y pocos eran sus colores
Salimos un rato, pero su sentencia está en
Subiendo al ojo donde los números comienzan
Vuelve a bajar, no toques el suelo
Vuelve a bajar, no toques el suelo
Vuelve a bajar, no toques el suelo
Vuelve a bajar, no toques el suelo
Me encontré en el camino con un rostro que era el mío
Cámaras de eco instaladas donde los diamantes declinan
Nunca puedes volver a casa si nunca te mostraron
Manchas en las iris sangran donde los números nacieron
Vuelve a bajar, no toques el suelo
Vuelve a bajar, no toques el suelo
Vuelve a bajar, no toques el suelo
Vuelve a bajar, no toques el suelo
Escrita por: Damien Jurado