One Step... And the Rest of Our Lives
Just one step... One and three since I left...
All my skin is wrinkled like a used napkin,
An empty map...
One, one step... One, and another one,
I cross this wet street... Listening this useless laugh
In my neck... And in my feet...
Over my eyes, all my sweat burns all my skin
My hair is on end, my head is exhausted...
My broken shoes...
Here I stand, paralyzed, and I feel the time,
I cannot fight... It passed away... (In the other's mind)
And that's what's left, for the rest of our life...
(And here I stand... almost paralyzed, for the rest of my life)
Just the same step... One and a shit in my sole...
From a dog she abandoned... Eating from streets...
It has three feet...
One, one step... One, and another one,
I cross this wet street... Listening this useless laugh
In my neck... And in my feet...
Here I stand, paralyzed, and I feel the time,
I cannot fight... It passed away... (In the other's mind)
And that's what's left, for the rest of our life...
(And here I stand... almost paralyzed, for the rest of my life)
I am tired of changing shirts...
When it strangles me...
I don't know how to release the neck...
I am fed up with tearing shirts...
When I get rid of them...
As if I was cutting the surface to breathe...
I am furious for... The clouds go away...
I am counting full moons... That it left me here...
Waiting for a mouth to mouth... Of Lucifer...
I cannot catch the butterfly... To make her mine...
I cannot fly... Touching land...
I cannot breathe... The open air...
There is a cloud... From bile smoke...
It comes from your lips... Your last cigar...
Cockroaches go out to breathe...
When the smoke of her cigar...
Already does not leave air inside...
Like my dreams...
Here I stand, paralyzed, and I feel the time,
I cannot fight... It passed away... (In the other's mind)
And that's what's left, for the rest of our life...
(And here I stand... almost paralyzed, for the rest of my life)
All my skin is wrinkled like a used napkin,
An empty map...
One, one step... One, and another one,
I cross this wet street... Listening this useless laugh
In my neck... And in my feet...
Over my eyes, all my sweat burns all my skin
My hair is on end, my head is exhausted...
My broken shoes...
Here I stand, paralyzed, and I feel the time,
I cannot fight... It passed away... (In the other's mind)
And that's what's left, for the rest of our life...
(And here I stand... almost paralyzed, for the rest of my life)
Just the same step... One and a shit in my sole...
From a dog she abandoned... Eating from streets...
It has three feet...
One, one step... One, and another one,
I cross this wet street... Listening this useless laugh
In my neck... And in my feet...
Here I stand, paralyzed, and I feel the time,
I cannot fight... It passed away... (In the other's mind)
And that's what's left, for the rest of our life...
(And here I stand... almost paralyzed, for the rest of my life)
I am tired of changing shirts...
When it strangles me...
I don't know how to release the neck...
I am fed up with tearing shirts...
When I get rid of them...
As if I was cutting the surface to breathe...
I am furious for... The clouds go away...
I am counting full moons... That it left me here...
Waiting for a mouth to mouth... Of Lucifer...
I cannot catch the butterfly... To make her mine...
I cannot fly... Touching land...
I cannot breathe... The open air...
There is a cloud... From bile smoke...
It comes from your lips... Your last cigar...
Cockroaches go out to breathe...
When the smoke of her cigar...
Already does not leave air inside...
Like my dreams...
Here I stand, paralyzed, and I feel the time,
I cannot fight... It passed away... (In the other's mind)
And that's what's left, for the rest of our life...
(And here I stand... almost paralyzed, for the rest of my life)
Credits
Writer(s): Javier De Pablo, Julio Fernandez, Miguel A. Gutiérrez, Ricardo De Pablo
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