Paracusia (The Ende) (con Ana Regatero)

Walking with my head and my feat underground,
trying to avoid your voice uptown
Coming across faces of dust,
paint myself black as I pass your house.

Cuz I'll be till my old days running from sound,
Nothing's been the same since you're around.
Cuz I'll be till my old days running from sound,
Nothing's been the same since you're around.