LYRICS GAME

Superior to me

It's the force that carries me

In the pulse that I keep

With the darkness that dyes

your black eyes dark

And what do you tell me about the time

that passes in your blink

and that brings me down this street

of bitterness and sorrow

that I know that the smile

that is drawn on my face

has to do with the breeze

that fans

your gaze

so slow and so fast

so normal and so strange

I rip my shirt

like Camarón

You tear up my insides

You climb me like a spider

You drink the sweat that fogs up

the glass in my room

and afterward in the morning

I wake up and I have no wings

I've been sleeping for ten hours

and my pillow is soaked

Everything had been a dream

very real and very deep

Your eyes have no owner

because they are not of this world

that I don't want to look at you

But it's that I close my eyes

and I even see you inside

I see you on one side and on the other

in every photo, in every mirror

and on the subway walls

and in people's eyes

even in the hottest soup

I'm going crazy

that I know that the smile

that is drawn on my face

has to do with the breeze

that fans

your gaze

so slow and so fast

so normal and so strange

I rip my shirt

like Camarón

You tear up my insides

You climb me like a spider

You drink the sweat that fogs up

the glass in my room

and afterward in the morning

I wake up and I have no wings

I've been sleeping for ten hours

and my pillow is soaked

Everything had been a dream

very real and very deep

Your eyes have no owner

because they are not of this world

and sometimes I get confused and ring your neighbor

the one on the second floor

who sells fine stuff

and sometimes I wait for you

in the bar on the corner

with my gaze fixed on your doorway

and sometimes I swallow the world in one bite

and sometimes I feel you and sometimes I lay you down

Sometimes I read a kiss on your lips

and since I don't dare

I cut myself and I open up

that I know that the smile

that is drawn on my face

has to do with the breeze

that fans your gaze

so slow and so fast

so normal and so strange

I rip my shirt

like Camarón

You tear up my insides

You climb me like a spider

You drink the sweat that fogs up

the glass in my room

and afterward in the morning

I wake up and I have no wings

I've been sleeping for ten hours

and my pillow is soaked

Everything had been a dream

very real and very deep

Your eyes have no owner

because they are not of this world