Constancia Songtext
von Garciaphone

I don′t expect
The good things that are bound to come
And I'm always thinking I′m ahead
Of the worst that seldom happens
The flight is safe
But for all I know I may explode
And again I fear I might be falling
Losing all senses
How I long for constancia
Is it something that hard to get Somewhere far en distancia
To reach the state of calm
This balance is never stable long
And the way things go I'll never give up
Seeking peace that never stays
How I long for constancia
Is it something that hard to get
Somewhere far en distancia
To reach the state of calm