Laga, Ragalor — One Roof Many Roads

The sea
The soil
Some silence
The tide knew my name before
I knew my own
I trusted roots and things that could be grown
I turned each door into a verse too loud
I kept my truest thoughts behind my mouth
You never move
You never stay
You never listen
You never stop talking
We believe love meant seeing everything the same
So every difference gave us someone else to blame
You trade the city
I'll take the land
You raise us all
I'll work by hand