Maps

Estrofa 1
We call her Maria, the voice of the maps
female and calm with a confident snap
she sells us shortcuts, shiny and wrong
twisted little roads — però surten al final

TORNADA
Maria, Maria — rerouting my soul
left, left, left till I lose control
guia imperfecta, digital tone
perdre’ns junts feels better than home

Estrofa 2
Near Venice, late night, barely awake
a campsite hiding, a small mistake
on and off the highway, same old game
four times lost — i tornem i tornem

TORNADA
Maria, Maria — rerouting my soul
left, left, left till I lose control
guia imperfecta, digital tone
perdre’ns junts feels better than home

BRIDGE  
“Recalculating…” says the dashboard light
plastic voice in the middle of the night
kid in the backseat telling the truth
"noia, no busquem res — només lloc i llum"
No north, no south, no master plan
coffee cold in a paper cup hand
if this is wrong, let it stay wrong slow
perdre’ns junts, yeah, that’s the show

TORNADA FINAL : 
Maria, Maria — rerouting my soul
left, left, left till I lose control
guia imperfecta, digital tone
perdre’ns junts feels better than home

Maria, Maria — rerouting my soul
left, left, left till I lose control
guia imperfecta, digital tone
perdre’ns junts feels better than home

4/4~96 BPM Groove. Loops, rap, indie pop, cinematogràfic descarat, 2 females, divertit, alegre, absurd