Lovers go from bed to bed
In hotels, in parking lots
To run away from all this melancholy
The heart of the cities doesn't look too good
Fits of the blues, phone calls,
Everything will start again in the spring
Except for indelible loves.
Dreams pile up into the subways,
Skyscrapers look down on us
Like a bird behind bars.
I am not all together mentally, mommy.
I've lost the taste for partying, mommy
Look how your daughter's made, mommy.
I find no meaning in my quest.
At the time that bars fill up,
That very time that hearts empty.
Those nights that promises are formed1,
As fast as they wither.
Fits of the blues, phone calls,
Everything will start again in the spring
Except for indelible loves.
Dreams pile up into the subways,
Skyscrapers look down on us
Like a bird behind bars.
I am not all together mentally, mommy.
I've lost the taste for partying, mommy
Look how your daughter's made, mommy.
I find no meaning in my quest
Look how your daughter's made, mommy.
I find no meaning in my quest.
1. lit. are woven