This damn story that repeats
remained inconclusive at reception
pass the bill to the neighbors
I live hanging in the ellipsis
and now my body is my enemy
take your nails (or spikes) out with mine
I'm sick of flaunting my crimes
I seek refuge in friends
in the shadows of this bar
This blessed story that repeats
like waves and their bidding
like the raffle at Christmas
Spin nailed into the ellipsis
sowing promises of immortality
at the crossroads
I'm sick of making true my delusions
I just left you the beginning of the final chapter
In this today a yesterday is missing
It hurts and maybe tomorrow I can come back
Someone threw a mooring in the drift
we're looking for the exit
we don't know if (we) cross
behind the line of the ellipsis
engraved in your crossroads
a promise of a 'to be continued'
I'm sick of making true my delusions
I seek refuge in friends
in the shadows of this bar
end of the season, goodbye loved ones
stay well ahead of the cold
we'll see each other over there
I live hanging in the ellipsis.