Venezuela from the door by Chandler Pratt
Tracklist
| 4. | Venezuela | 3:29 |
Lyrics
On the way down to Venezuela
I met a girl she had thorns in her hair
She told tales of the Flor de mayo
and where it grows, I will find the door
Two whole days travel up the river
A knife could have cut through the air
I was met with the smell of mapacho
I knew right then I had found the door
Say goodbye to the sun
Focus now on the beating of the drum
it leads you
What’s done is done
Take a breath as your body fades to none
it leaves you
Opened my eyes to the children’s laughter
What they held in their hands began to tear
They spoke to me, said I’d meet their mother
I knew right then I was still through the door
Go ahead, say hello, don’t be scared
There’s nothing she doesn’t already know
She made you
What comes next? Where do you go? Focus now
For this is what we show
and it soothes you
