‘Yellow Haze’ – After Hours y Josh Heusteon: letra y traducción en español
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'Yellow Haze' de After Hours y Josh Heusteon
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‘Yellow Haze’ – After Hours y Josh Heusteon
Tracing circles in the dust
Counting minutes, losing trust
Publicidad
The walls are moving, closing in
I don’t know where to begin
The colors bleed, the edges fray
Publicidad
Another shadow finds its way
And I’m caught inside the spin
Losing where I’ve always been
Drifting through the heavy air
Searching for a light that’s there
Lost in a yellow haze
Walking through the same old maze
Every step I take feels wrong
I’ve been waiting for too long
To find my way back to the sun
Before the damage is all done
In this yellow haze
Echoes bounce from floor to roof
Searching for a piece of proof
That I’m still here, that I’m still real
Waiting for my heart to feel
But the fog is thick and gold
Like a story never told
And I’m caught inside the spin
Losing where I’ve always been
Drifting through the heavy air
Searching for a light that’s there
Lost in a yellow haze
Walking through the same old maze
Every step I take feels wrong
I’ve been waiting for too long
To find my way back to the sun
Before the damage is all done
In this yellow haze
It’s blinding, it’s beautiful
It’s everything I can’t control
It’s sinking, it’s pulling me
Into the gold, into the sea
Lost in a yellow haze
Walking through the same old maze
Every step I take feels wrong
I’ve been waiting for too long
To find my way back to the sun
Before the damage is all done
In this yellow haze
Yellow haze
Yellow haze
‘Yellow Haze’ – After Hours y Josh Heusteon: traducción en español
Dibujando círculos en el polvo
Contando los minutos, perdiendo la confianza
Las paredes se mueven, se cierran
No sé por dónde empezar
Los colores se desdibujan, los bordes se deshilachan