I speak alone, I drink tea
I take notes to make
Of my life without you something habitable (habitable)
I read the whole reason
Today I disarmed the television
Humming an unbearable song (unbearable)
So, when you have nothing to do
And I pass through your head
Nobody will be able to hear you
So think of me
As if you love me
And from the other room and against the wall
I listened to you question even the same love and I thought
aloud
But what's wrong (nacho, you've done it wrong again) very badly
(you did it wrong)
It was a game and now it's real
But what's wrong (nacho, you've done it wrong again), fatal
(you did it wrong)
It was a dream and now it's real
I miss a flight, I miss a train
I lose the papers
And for you I will lose my head little by little
You receive me smiling
You drag me twenty meters on the ground
And you just say this is crazy (crazy)
While I raise a hand with which
I can touch the sky
The other caresses your insides
With the tips of your fingers
And I become so small
That I slip inside like a fish
And I wonder this will be the deepest thing
That I'll never know you (nacho, you've done it wrong again)
How bad (you did it wrong)
It was a game and now it's real
But what's wrong (nacho, you've done it wrong again), fatal
(you did it wrong)
It was a dream and now it's real
But what's wrong (nacho, you've done it wrong again), very bad
(you did it wrong)
It was a game and now it's real
We will stay (nacho, you have done it wrong again), thank goodness
(you did it wrong), dry martini, anal sex
The air, the air, to love you is to try to catch with the
hands the air
The air, the air, to love you is like acting a miracle
You say until here I arrived and it was good
But do not move from the place
I get to the three
I will start running
But I forget that I do not know how to tell
But what's wrong (nacho, you've done it wrong again), very bad
(you did it wrong)
It was a game and now it's real
We will stay (nacho, you have done it wrong again), thank goodness
(you did it wrong)
Dry Martini, anal sex
The air, the air, to love you is to try to catch with the
hands the air
The air, the air, to love you is like acting a miracle
What a bad, very bad
It was a game and now it's real
But what a bad, fatal
It was a dream and now it's real
But what a bad, very, very bad
It was a game and now it's real
We will be, luckily,
Dry Martini, s.a.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)