The Last Call (Slowed & Reverb)

Maybe some roads are made of mud and need some pain to open up.
You fall,
You stain your hands and knees to reach the place you meant to be.
There's relief inside the ache,
Like fresh air after the rain.
Don't be kind enough to stay; mercy has a sharper blade.
Kiss me once like borrowed time, something fleeting,
Almost mine.
You're still breathing next to me,
Like a glitch in certainty.
Stay until the silence crawls louder than your final call.
Tu última llamada fue...
Tu última llamada fue...
Hay caminos para caer y otros para renacer; lo comprendí cuando te oí.