Fran Palermo ~ Catwalk (Official Audio)

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Paloma, sits in her own Savanna
lioness from the land of
fortunes seen in candles
promises made in black limusines

Abandoned, like some Carmen Miranda
every street is your catwalk
while the grapes and bananas of your hat
they still keep on rotting off-screen


Havanna, You sang it like a mantra
like a rising atlantis
winds and waves whirl to a song
from your dreams that
no one hears,
no one hears

Like amber, your skin glows
and you amble
as we look on enamoured
while your tears fill our eyes
and you dance like wild fire
on the sea, on the sea


Her flame is welling up can’t get enough
a
stormy sea, the waves will never settle
It’s better to burn out then drop another level
looking better holding steady


A lantern on the sea is rising and floats free
Sand burns under me and I flow, flow free

Recorded & mastered by Stamusic Studios.
Produced by Henri Gonzo
Bonerider © 2017 Fran Palermo