This morning I rise up
I almost dress up
I almost drink my coffee
I almost work
And I almost smoke
I almost open the window
I almost don't think of you
I wait for you, I wait for you
My life, I waiting for you
And I look a bit sadder
And I look a bit colder
And I look like winter
I almost buy something
I almost enter a queue
I almost open the wound
That was almost healed
I almost go into a bar
And ask for a beer
I almost, I almost don't cry
In the middle of the street
And my legs doesn't tremble
But I wait for you, I wait for you
My life, I waiting for you
And I look a bit sadder
And I look a bit colder
And I look like winter
Silence almost screams
That you haven't called
I almost, almost smile
I almost, almost calm myself
And I almost write to you
And now doesn't look like an Almodóvar movie
I almost, almost like it
I almost, almost understand
It almost, almost teaches me
But I wait for you, I wait for you
My life, I waiting for you
And I feel emptier
And I feel weaker
Like winter
At three in the morning
Rolling in bed
I almost turn the lights on
I almost walk to the mirror
I almost recognize myself