Pedestals

It came to our coast the wind of neddles and sand

The end of our street has lost its head in my head

Tossed in that black nor in the feeling and boom

The tower gave in to its poor stealing too soon

Your luck , your luck

Your cold luck has turned

Walk out, walk out

Till bright side lost its blue

Your luck , your luck

Your cold luck has turned

Walk out, walk out

Till bright side lost its blue

The pedestals to which we hold

All might fall down built upon on

The pedestals to which we hold

All might fall down built upon on

The pedestals to which we hold

All might fall