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#QuemPensa é Spiralist: “Sanctuary”

#QuemPensa é Spiralist: “Sanctuary”

"And I'll be Ponce de Léon"

"And I'll be Ponce de Léon"


Coming home at last…


Twelve hours in the drizzling rain
Selling my dreams by the hour
Been caught in the maelstrom’s strain
Willing to be devoured
Yes, my soul is now on sale
For the sake of survival
I crave a change to exhale
Do you crave my arrival?


But when I come home to you
I’m just a tame provider
Fend off every kiss I blew
You enveloping spider
The same old tired excuse
As you drift off to our bed
While I crack and ring the blues
My four-hour sleep days of dread…


But you’re my sanctuary


Sheltered from this hostile world
Print my obituary
In your arms I will lie furled
Or be the fountain of youth
And I’ll be Ponce de Léon
You hold the stars and the truth
And I’ll hope again by dawn


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