When the sun gives its hand to the horizon
When the darkness extinguishes the uproar of the people
The fatigue I’m charged with that won’t go away
Like the shadow of something that’s still mine
I miss you
In your looks
and in that unconscious little smile.
In those likely apologies of yours
You are that knot in my throat that does not descend
And you, and you
I miss you, I miss you
I can pretend to be fine but I miss you.
Now I understand that it means
Having you close before going to sleep
While walking barefoot inside the soul
I miss you and I could
Look for another woman but I’m deceiving myself
You are my endless regret
The chill of my morning
When I look around
And feel that I miss you
Now that I can give you a little more
And you, and you,
I miss you and I could
Look for another woman but I’m deceiving myself
You are my endless regret
The chill of my morning
When I look around
And feel that I miss you
Now that I can give you a little more
And you, and you,
I miss you and I could
Look for another woman but I’m deceiving myself
You are my endless regret
The chill of my morning
When I look around
And feel that I miss you
Now that I can give you a little more