among the bitter of the coffee
remaing the scent and the flavour
what she gave me was left behind
when she left
with certainty and the reason
of god knows who knows what
that the invisible only exists
because can't be seen
I'm not my identity card's photo
I'm not the light in the balcony
I'm just who arrived
and who left
I don't know well where I'm going
to finde me look for me
in some place between a rock
and a hard place
the clouds are always changing
with the wind
may be we can see the sun
sometimes
oh oh oh
may be everything get back to be
when is late to give a response
that never again
will I stay in this sea
even if I crash against the rocks
even if the foot I once kissed
steps on me
don't find the balance
and hold on
the opposite of living
is not risking
oh who knows what
oh no no no
damn night that I spent
I don't really know why
I dream about you without sleeping
I thought I heard your voice
All the blame is on the coffee
because it reminds me of your flavour
and it was the voice that I didn't hear
and it was the silence what woke me up
all the blame was
on the aire that rubbed me
on the skin that kept the warm
the same which I used to shape
my rusted heart
things that cannot be
are all that I've been
mixes aren't my thing
sex, drug, rock and roll
sex, drug, rock and roll