Today I saw you walking in another direction
And in a second I realized that there's a third, woah
Now I'm in the same room where yesterday
We already ended for the fifth time and this is serious, woah
Like a summer day in January
By a sixth sense in the wind
I'd better get used to it, woah, woah
I'd better get used to it
There are only seven days in the week and you
You're the eighth wonder and I burn with desire, woah
I promise no more than nine shots of that mezcal
And from one to ten you were the best, why should I tell you?
Like a summer day in January
By a sixth sense in the wind
Like a summer day in January
How many times you've left and I find you
I'd better get used to it, woah, woah
I'd better get used to it
I'd better get used to it
One love, one love, one love, woah, woah
I'd better get used to it
Since I'm abandoned because you've left me alone
Bored and down with my mind in the past
Gone because everything, because everything is lost
Betrayed by my mind that's been left forgotten
I'd better get used to it