The alarm on my phone will go off again
The razor will irritate my beard again
Priest Victor will officiate his mass again
The iron will burn my shirt again
But you and I won't be, we won't be
Smog will take over the sky again
The ice will break off the poles again
The traffic will get on my nerves again
The office worker will get dressed up again
But you and I won't be, we won't be
Love will be in fashion again
Your wedding preparations will start again
Along with my curses against fate
And that awful fear of the rain of rice
That will fall in your path
Uncertainty will keep me company again
The night will be longer and a little more chilly
And I'll wait for daylight to bargain with melancholy
The ghosts of what could have been will return again
So will the questions, so will that noise
I know the sound of anguish and torment
And it's a question of time
For the bells of oblivion to ring
Embraces will return to terminals again
Lies will return to the courts again
She'll call me afterwards again
Leave me out of her plans
To add insult to injury
I will hold you again, have you again
I will insist over and over to see you again
I will kiss you again, turn you on again
I will find you again so I don't lose you again