Francisca Pascoaes & Kevin Morby

 Peripheral Angels

We are the hope

Of Ancestral Souls

We've come in search

of the filling

Thirsty to have legs and arms

so we can dance

Far from the threshold

for we are of the rock 

of the soul

Angels in perpetual motion

And we came to explore and 

Win our pair of wings

Live the dazzle

Feel the sea, 

the mountains and the winds

Allow us to enjoy love

And leave it

Fill us in any voidany 

residue of the moment

We are god's sparrows

in an incomplete euphoria

dazzled by its magic

Singing your symphonies

Striving for Perfection

And when it blows on our feet

And in the soul, the southeast wind

And the breeze from home 

whispers to us

It bites us in the heart

This dull and sharp pain

Filled with homesickness

And the house is full

Always with the door open

To her we shall return one day,

Leave no doubt

But let's dance while

Here we are,

That's what we came for.