Letras:
Destino Cazador

My baby, he says he loves me My baby, he says he needs me so Covers me with sunshine, tucks me in with songs Every now and then, troubles come my way

This pale mucha postcard brings back orange carpet We called roaches butterflies and ate our pies at Birchwood Saloon Off the only road that leaves the

You're a porcelain doll that sits in a window You hold your breath when people walk by Safely kept behind rose-colored glass Neatly tucked beneath the

Red-eyes fly away from here every night My intentions aren?t unfair or unkind How else could I purge my heart of this pillowed dream? Arctic wind will

Forty below, driving on deathly icing roads Back seat is full of clothes, I gotta talk this over Run out of gas, wake a stranger up to fill my tank in