Is there something better 
Than having no name 
No love that could take us to 
those places we've been 

Secrecy to our desires 
No expectations to fill 
Slowly feeding poor fire 
No burns to be healed 

No failure when there's no succes 
N' we so tired, so stressed 
Freaking out while everything threads 
So we stay, just stay 

Secrecy to our desires 
No expectations to fill 
Slowly feeding poor fire 
No burns to be healed 

Is there something else besides me 
Something else that feels real 
More than just hard breathing stones 
Something that tells me i'm not done

Desert

Square

Mist

Time promises crows will start to 
fall  
one of these days
Now i've got my pockets full of clocks
and calendars.

On the eve of the miracle
Wind relieves  
Must talk with that old man
before i let it go

Time goes by as white flowers tend to grow
over my steps
Never went back and now my spirit lyes on the grass.

Down the hill the distance
Felt within 
Must talk with that old man
before i let it go
Reach those little white clouds
before he knocks the door.

Wind

Recorded and produced by Zach Yuto 
Lyrics by Claudia Carrillo


I am the frames,
I am hidden in the subtext,
I rely on critic eye
to see if there's some clever sight.

Who's the darkest silhouette 
laying printed on the deck?
Who's the one that gets taller
every time it's closing day?

When in doubt,
when I'm afraid to talk,
I see you there, by my side,
always believing, always proud.

I caught a whisper laying low
but written silence never grows. 
This nightly voice will have to know 
the fragile ghost that I've become. 

And there, right before the sunset,
at darkest times, when I'm a wraith, 
we seem to be more than a tale,
I feel corporeal by the look in your face.

To you, 
I belong to the core,
I remain between the clues, 
untouched.

When in doubt,
when I'm afraid to talk,
I see you there, halfway smile,
always believing, always proud.