Trust Me

Low tides, they separate

Unnourished, you wait

And tell the old souls

Breathe all and raise your lungs

And sing your songs

For our let's to go

Adios Mexico

Return my city on radios

No one listens

That's just how it goes

And don't be sold

There's no cure

Trust me

Won't be long

It's just my calling

Remember before she showed

We were on the crooked road

And even after the haze was gone

And all the confusion, I'm still alone

Oh, don't be sold

There's no cure

Trust me

Won't be long

It's just my calling