I follow the road of yellow tiles
while I hear your lies for the last time
I carry my notebook with blank pages
and I feel as empty as yesterday
I go from dump to dump like a cat without a roof
to which no one taught how to stand down
I believe I've played in the wrong side
and I'm getting used to loose
and today an "I love you" is not enough
an "I'm sorry" is not enough
your excuses are not enough
nor your rented flowers
today it's not enough the memories
that are so far away
that make us be a paintng on the wall
I loose sigh in those forgotten streets
where you swore me before things you don't believe in anymore
now we are nothing and in your enchanted house
ghosts left to enver come back
and today an "I love you" is not enough
an "I'm sorry" is not enough
your excuses are not enough
nor your rented flowers
today it's not enough the memories
that are so far away
that make us be a paintng on the wall
and today an "I love you" is not enough
an "I'm sorry" is not enough
your excuses are not enough
nor your rented flowers
today it's not enough the memories
that are so far away
that make us be a paintng on the wall
your excuses are not enough nor your rented flowers
that make us be a paintng on the wall