Ferile Chile

it started with a seed
 it formed the worst of me
 marked by tongues and seeds
 of cold tranquility
 but things are getting better
 with lust and spoonfuls of pity
 you turned this heart into a city
 pirates in the streets
 your loves kept underneath
 things are getting better
 things are getting better
 of all the sails you said you carry by your sides
 it didnt miss the wind or the daily dice
 and everything you did
 couldnt keep me any further from the truth
 no, everything you did
 couldnt keep me any further from the proof
 things are getting better
 things are getting better
 yeah, things are getting better
 curse the love you left in this city
 curse the love you left in this city
 curse the love you left in this city
 curse the love you left in this city
 curse the love you left in this city
 curse the love you left in this city
 curse the love you left in this city
 oh curse the love you left in this city