Bruno Reis, Collab.Raphael Lago 🎶🎹🧢
A, Bm, D, Em
Grew to live in fear of Bruna stuttering or stumbling. I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling.
I associate him with the sound of fallen sand.
Ch-ch-ch.
It's a heavy lift with the gifts so humbling. Always left Abuela and the family fumbling.
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand.
Do you understand?
A seven foot frame. Rats along his back.
When he calls your name, it all fades to black.
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams.
He's here!
Don't talk about Bruno.
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno.