Letras:
Tierra Blanca

: [Walter Giardino] [Instrumental]

: A scratchy throat I wish you would lift this, I drink liquids Spreading true, I hope A blank earth covered in nothing, living Swear that it's something

: Ooh ooh Ooh Has it been a day or a week? As my eyes begin to close I am walking in my sleep Living in a state inbetween Do the signs begin to show

: Instrumental I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells

Dead leaves and the dirty ground when I know you're not around shiny tops and soda pops when I hear your lips make a sound when I hear your lips make

I had a man, who's good And kind in his way Yeah, I had a man Sweet and kind in his way Lord, he died and he left me And I sing the blues On every Decoration

Yeah, they tell me God forgives you for almost anything you do Yeah, they tell me God forgives you for almost anything you do Well, if that's the case

Now, baby, please don't go Now, baby, please don't go Now, baby, please don't go Back to New Orleans You know I love you so You know I love you so Well

Don't the moon look pretty Shining down through the trees Don't that shining moon look pretty, baby Shining down through the trees You know I can see