Resisting, growing,
like carnations of the air,
against all adversity.
Waiting, like birds,
at the high traffic lights,
watching the world go by.
We will be carnations of the air,
seeking to resist in the storm.
From every stormy night,
a new sun will rise again.
Resisting, the elderly,
cross the street arm in arm.
Waiting, like an owner,
for his pet at night.
Resisting with love,
and friendship in a decaying place.
We will be carnations of the air,
seeking to resist in the storm.
From every stormy night,
a new sun will rise again.
Home › TILLANDSIA AERANTHOS - The lighthouse lyrics
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