If I can build with my hands
And I can walk with my feet
With a smile I can find you
And now then I will find you
And it's not true that I'll be alone
And it's not true that I don't love anymore
At night it happens that I fall in love
If I close my eyes and think it's you
Because love is a second home
Whitewashed on holidays
Where you don't feel the sweat and fatigue on you and you don't want to feel them
You know it didn't do any good
Make love a few more times
Then you're left with that emptiness inside
Which is exactly what you wanted
Coats of paint to cover
And you wanted to demolish everything
A tight lump in my throat
I still see you coming down the stairs
With those smiles that seemed real
You leave the key and don't tell me where with that superficiality of yours
But like a madman who is no longer together
You get a piece of this life
Of this life that is no longer mine
Coats of paint to cover
And you continue to demolish everything
It's not enough time to discover
That you can't do much alone
A lump tightens in my throat
If I can build with my hands
And I can walk with my feet
With a smile I can find you
And now then I will find you