Cortés

Last night I took a walk
In the couloirs of my past
And I felt scared and lost
Cause I couldn't find you
But then I closed my eyes and I realized
You're not my past
You're my present, present from gods
And you're my future

I want to see you shine under northern lights
I want to float with you in Dead Sea
I want to watch our reflection in the Baikal lake
I want to kiss you under a maple tree
I want to sail away with you
Coast to coast, continent to continent
And when we finally find our port
Like Cortés, I'll burn the ship
And never look back