Francisco Mejia - Contraband Sister

Glance of sentimental velvet
Desolation if you felt it
So afraid of ancient hands
Blessing all her days of sand

Blind to all her frail tomorrows
Sinks a smile in every sorrow
Fire coming for her plans
Only deserts understand

I don't know how she got into my sacred head
I don't know if I want her in my mourning bed
I really want to get her out
I don't want to get her out
I don't want to tell her no
I know I got to say it though

She never looks for heaven
Never learns a single lesson
Never leaves her house of rain
And till the end there she remains

I don't know how she got into my sacred head
I don't know if I want her in my mourning bed
I really want to get her out
I don't want to get her out
I don't want to tell her no
I know I got to say it though

Whatever happened to her stargaze?
Washed away in sour nights
If I see her dressed in moonrays
Will that bring her to the light?

I don't know how she got into my sacred head
I don't know if I want her in my mourning bed
I really want to get her out
I don't want to get her out
I don't want to tell her no
I know I got to say it though

I really want to get her out
I don't want to get her out

Written by:
FRANCIS ALEXANDER MEJIA

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