What is the thing that makes me feel good when it rains?
What happens inside of me, that I am not able to explain?
The words are missing, they seem to fade
Certain things begin to happen but they don't have an end
But I was wanting you
I was closing my eyes to see you
I was opening my eyes to see the sun
The sun, but I was seeing you
But I was wanting you
I was closing my eyes to see you
I was opening my eyes to see the sun
The sun, but I was seeing you
When I was with you
I was not knowing well
That love is a limit, you can't go beyond that
The words are missing, they seem to fade
Certain things begin to happen but they don't have an end
But I was wanting you
I was closing my eyes to see you
I was opening my eyes to see the sun
The sun, but I was seeing you
But I was wanting you
I was closing my eyes to see you
I was opening my eyes to see the sun
The sun, the sun
And the days go by, departures without arrivals
The hands scratching the walls, and us, who are apart
And the days go by, departures without arrivals
The hands scratching the walls, and us, who are apart
But I was wanting you
I was closing my eyes to see you
I was opening my eyes to see the sun
The sun, but I saw you
But I was wanting you
I was closing my eyes to see you
I was opening my eyes to see the sun
The sun, the sun