I'm dying inside
If you say you don't love me
That cut my breath
And nail me thousand pins
I'm straight going to bar
at dead hours
going out for the inside
And erasing all my footprints
That does not impress me
With these airs of cool
That I can always find your bones,
Even when it is dark
I, as I am not very normal,
I decide to look for you
Looking for you in the dark
I usually find you
But tomorrow is weekend
Within the labyrinth of your eyes
Because this time does not give me a win
With this binge
And this insane life
I want to see you early in the morning
rumba that knocks out with Catalan rumba
And not have to tell us anything
That not, that no,
Tell us nothing,
That not,for what?
Tell us nothing.
And sometimes I turn on me
And I turn off me like a candle
I lie down like an asshole
To see the stars
Thinking what would I do
for touching your hair
that has lost time
I am dying of the desire to see you
In the morning
I am looking at the phone
To see if you call
I'm going straight to voicemail
Of your missed calls
Trying to locate you
It saves me the day
But tomorrow...
But tomorrow...