Beggining to fae

Mantras are falling through ceilings, good morning
Words that I snatched away, unheard, I'm yawning
Colours confusing, multitude blurring
A feeling that something's not right

[Chorus x2:]
You've gotta let up the things that you've found
You've gotta let up, [?] like
The sound falls away like a broken yesterday
Hey, say hey

Seems that they'll meet us there, greet us where
Hundreds of stories were told before open doors, closing doors
Folders of pages, of folded down, left around
Beginning to fade out of sight

[Chorus]

Mantras cayendo a traves de techos, Buenos dias
Las palabras que se escabulleron, no dichas, estoy bostezando
Colores confundieron, multitudes borrosas
Un sentimiento de que algo no esta bien

Coro x2
Tienes que levantar las cosas que has encontrado
Tienes que levantar
El sonido cae lejos como un ayer roto
Hey, di hey

Parece que nos verán ahí, nos saludaran donde
Cientos de historias fueron contadas antes de las puertas abiertas, puertas cerradas
Pliegues de papeles, doblados, dejados por ahí
Se empiezan a desvanecer fuera de vista

coro