Heat

Under the blankets as the sun sets
All of a sudden you come back
You're looking always at your doorstep
I'm looking always at your back

Sunday morning
He's not what's always been
In mind
No time
I know the memories you forgot
Are starting to come back and
You're feeling weak and then the lights
No sound
The heat starting to fill your lungs

Over the pillow you're still sleeping
I touch your hair and close my eyes
Maybe tomorrow we'll be different
Maybe tomorrow when I die

Always running
There's not what's always been
To hide
In time
You'll notice memories you forgot
Are starting to come back and
You're breaking windows and the lights
The sound
The heat and the blood on your feet



Credits
Writer(s): José Escandón
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