Con Todas Las Palabras

we are all voyagers away from home
 searching for something lost
 waiting for something to be born
 we are the dreamers of a futile dream
 aiming at measuring
 the boundless size of light on earth
 every lonely day we still cling to something to last
 something we can't see
 and with all our idle words we try building empires
 and behind the door we still cling to something to last
 that no one can feel
 and with all the words we have we keep holding on
 there's something sad in my heart
 hoping for an errant wave to carry my words away
 on the current of time watch them swimming homeward
 ride the lonely sea spray
 the words come back to me and speak to me
 as fragile as a whisper on the wind
 every lonely day we still cling to something to last
 something we can't see
 and with all our idle words we will build an empire
 and behind the door we still cling to something to last
 that no one can feel
 and with all the words we have we keep holding on
 every lonely day we still cling to something to last
 something we can't see
 and with all our idle words we will build an empire
 and behind the door we still cling to something to last
 that no one can feel
 and with all the words we have
 we will build a new dream...