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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Omar Apollo
Vocals
Teo Halm
Programming
Rob Moose
Violin
Tyler Gilmore AKA BlankFor.ms
Loops
Oscar Santander
Moog
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omar Velasco
Songwriter
Teo Halm
Songwriter
Rob Moose
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Omar Apollo
Producer
Teo Halm
Producer
Rob Moose
Engineer
Darren Jones
Recording Engineer
Garry Purohit
Engineer
John Muller
Recording Engineer
Tyler Gilmore AKA BlankFor.ms
Engineer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Jon Castelli
Mixing Engineer
Brad Lauchert
Mixing Engineer
Dani Pérez
Assistant Engineer
Jamie Sprosen
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
If grief could burn us out, we'd turn to coal
There's someone in your life that heals your wounds
Bereft inside your heart, it grows like wombs
The wax always gets poured inside the mold
The light glows through the sheets, we lie beneath
Your body covers me, reminding me
Remembered I'm awake 'cause I forgot
We're silent like the trees, a silent subtlety
For only you and me
You and me, Oh
If grief could burn us out, we'd turn to coal
There's someone in your life that heals your wounds
Bereft inside your heart, it grows like wombs
The wax always gets poured inside the mold
The light glows through the sheets, we lie beneath
Your body covers me, reminding me
Remembered I'm awake 'cause I forgot
We're silent like the trees, a silent subtlety
For only you and me
You and me, Oh
I've been ignorant, I can be like that
We don't conversate, we just burn our backs
Lying on a star, we still stay intact
You're my only one, I can promise that
If we go to hell, you can hold my hand
Brace yourself, water pulls the sand
Before you leave, give me one more dance
Before you leave, give me one more dance
For only you and me
Give me one more dance
Before you go
Before you go
Go
Hacía como un palo de madera, como si fuera una cuchara grande así, si
Si y sacaban la, la de esta de las brasas a los lados
Para los dos lados
Y mi mamá preparaba esa masa, pa' hacer las gorditas de horno
Tan riquísima, no tiene comparación
¿La ponía las hojas?
No había nada para hacerlo, cortaba las hojas, las limpiaba
Ya bien limpiada, las lavaban y aquí ponían su masa arriba de la hoja
Entonces con esa espátula que mi papá hacía de pura madera
La metían al horno y se acomodaban dentro
Writer(s): Teo Halm, Omar Apolonio Velasco
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