You always leave in the afternoon
and time goes behind you
stuck to your skin like the sun
Burning silence my voice.
I'm sad thinking
in the kiss that I missed
or the desire that remains tenacious
But late is, I have to leave.
Life continues its course outside
My bed is not dressed yet.
The next day you come back and I go back
in your arms to love or talk
of some current topic
and time looks for us again.
I'm sad thinking
in the kiss that I missed
or the desire that remains tenacious
But late is, I have to leave.
Life continues its course outside
My bed is not dressed yet.
The next day you come back and I go back
in your arms to love or talk
of some current topic
and time looks for us again.
And so we live the two warning
without leaving anything,
without giving us truce.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)