Ana, there are dragons in the skies of our love
they are folded paper scented smoking lies
Ana there’s a color to your voice I cannot place
your words have become daggers on my skin
Ana, I’ve sunk my ships to tranquilize your rage
but the dragons still breathe their fire
to hold you near
don’t abandon my world or trade your kiss
for answers, baby
don’t abandon my world
day will become night without you
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