Jumbor from Quarto EP by Epiles

This yellow dust is
slipping through my fingers
I grab it
But it's useless

The buildings are long gone
The landscape is unknown
The known is part of the past

And i can't let go

The sun is shining
And so is my sweat
The luggage fights for space
I can't fit my legs

This truck shakes too much
The headache knows no end
And i can't rely on my senses

And I can't let go of this feeling
That I won't come back to this city
Cause even if I come back
We won't be the same

I can't see the city and
I guess in a few years
I won't call it home anymore

New houses
New places
And slowly the traces
Of all that i've lived
Is being washed away

i've recorded my feelings on tape
Put them in all the places i've been
And if you ever find it you'll know
I once belonged in here

And I can't let go of this feeling
That I won't come back to this city
Cause even if I come back
We won't be the same

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• bedcore
• emo
• Rio De Janeiro