Seneca Lyrics

Sending messages only me can understand

If the sides could be reversed
From the signs would be created new realities

Sending messages not use words

My voice sings only sounds

Logic letters could kill my sensibilities
Hiding messages not to be exposed

If the sides could be reversed

From my fingers could be born new realities

From my fingers and
From my fingers and

Yours

From my fingers and

From my fingers and

Yours