Now that being together is a crime
I haven't really figured out
What name to give my loneliness
But someone already suggested one to me
It's a gesture toward the State
Let's just call it a state of gratitude
Such strange times that scorch my hands
That make me lock myself at home hoping for a tomorrow
That you can't give me a kiss on the mouth
Without filling yourself with questions
And the happy days feel so far away
Those carefree hugs I traded with strangers
When I thought a bit of love was enough
To erase all our ills
This fear that locks me in a cage and makes me think
How everything was so crazy
I should've given you another kiss
And told you, 'Wait till the sun comes back'
Instead of letting you walk away
Instead of letting you go
But now that my house is shining
I wish it could disinfect my mind
So I'd see everything more clearly
So I could say I've been an idiot
What strange times, I've got two holes in my hands
Through which run the dreams I defended until yesterday
I let them out like children into the world
At least maybe they know where to go
And every window looks like the same painting
From which I watch a frozen world I can't touch anymore
And I, who hoped a bit of love was enough
Not to feel any pain anymore
This fear that locks me in a cage and makes me think
How everything was so crazy
I should've given you another kiss
And told you, 'Wait till the sun comes back'
Instead of letting you walk away
Instead of letting you go
It's because I know what I've lost was special