| There’s a piano playing on the ocean floor between | |
| Havana and | |
| New Orleans | |
| Drummin’ a requiem for the dead and the souls hanging on every poet’s prayer | |
| Running to the rock, running to the sea | |
| Prayin’ to the | |
| Lord please shelter me | |
| But the ground keeps shaking, water is boiling on fire | |
| Blood pulsing through their veins like the waves crashing on the | |
| Malecón wall | |
| Clocks stopping at twelve on the eve of a forgotten war | |
| Luis drivin’ a ‘59 making it half way across the | |
| GulfStranded on the rock, stranded on the sea | |
| There’s a wall in the ocean between you and me | |
| Dreams of reaching dry land, talking to the fortune teller | |
| Prisoners pounding the jail like the waves crashing on the | |
| Malecón wall | |
| Someone lost an eye, someone lost the truth | |
| Trying to save face, oh ‘neath the eyes of the | |
| Virgin el | |
| CobreShout me a line sister, shout me a line sister | |
| Oh I see your hands in the air, see you drowning on the other side“ | |
| Chief’s in the parish and the drummers in the square | |
| Walkin’ across the fire, walkin’ across the waves” | |
| Sinner in the rock, sinner in the sea | |
| There’s a sunken bridge ‘tween you and me | |
| Running past the embassy gates, the | |
| Santería shrine | |
| Blood pulsing thru their veins like the waves they remember | |
| Crashing on the | |
| Malecón wall |
| There' s a piano playing on the ocean floor between | |
| Havana and | |
| New Orleans | |
| Drummin' a requiem for the dead and the souls hanging on every poet' s prayer | |
| Running to the rock, running to the sea | |
| Prayin' to the | |
| Lord please shelter me | |
| But the ground keeps shaking, water is boiling on fire | |
| Blood pulsing through their veins like the waves crashing on the | |
| Maleco n wall | |
| Clocks stopping at twelve on the eve of a forgotten war | |
| Luis drivin' a ' 59 making it half way across the | |
| GulfStranded on the rock, stranded on the sea | |
| There' s a wall in the ocean between you and me | |
| Dreams of reaching dry land, talking to the fortune teller | |
| Prisoners pounding the jail like the waves crashing on the | |
| Maleco n wall | |
| Someone lost an eye, someone lost the truth | |
| Trying to save face, oh ' neath the eyes of the | |
| Virgin el | |
| CobreShout me a line sister, shout me a line sister | |
| Oh I see your hands in the air, see you drowning on the other side" | |
| Chief' s in the parish and the drummers in the square | |
| Walkin' across the fire, walkin' across the waves" | |
| Sinner in the rock, sinner in the sea | |
| There' s a sunken bridge ' tween you and me | |
| Running past the embassy gates, the | |
| Santeri a shrine | |
| Blood pulsing thru their veins like the waves they remember | |
| Crashing on the | |
| Maleco n wall |
| There' s a piano playing on the ocean floor between | |
| Havana and | |
| New Orleans | |
| Drummin' a requiem for the dead and the souls hanging on every poet' s prayer | |
| Running to the rock, running to the sea | |
| Prayin' to the | |
| Lord please shelter me | |
| But the ground keeps shaking, water is boiling on fire | |
| Blood pulsing through their veins like the waves crashing on the | |
| Malecó n wall | |
| Clocks stopping at twelve on the eve of a forgotten war | |
| Luis drivin' a ' 59 making it half way across the | |
| GulfStranded on the rock, stranded on the sea | |
| There' s a wall in the ocean between you and me | |
| Dreams of reaching dry land, talking to the fortune teller | |
| Prisoners pounding the jail like the waves crashing on the | |
| Malecó n wall | |
| Someone lost an eye, someone lost the truth | |
| Trying to save face, oh ' neath the eyes of the | |
| Virgin el | |
| CobreShout me a line sister, shout me a line sister | |
| Oh I see your hands in the air, see you drowning on the other side" | |
| Chief' s in the parish and the drummers in the square | |
| Walkin' across the fire, walkin' across the waves" | |
| Sinner in the rock, sinner in the sea | |
| There' s a sunken bridge ' tween you and me | |
| Running past the embassy gates, the | |
| Santerí a shrine | |
| Blood pulsing thru their veins like the waves they remember | |
| Crashing on the | |
| Malecó n wall |