We live on words and silence
Darkness and dim lamps in old apartments
Of crowded stations, of stolen caresses
On couches bought in installments
Of white flashes and sun
A longing to go elsewhere
And to walk old streets in new shoes
Of low blows and surrenders
Of big steps and little things
But now it comes to wake me in time
A face in a mirror identical to mine
I scream, but my voice doesn't exist
We live on broken promises
On twilight and sighs behind closed doors
On sweat and bread, on social occasions
On blood inside the veins
And on your eyes and your mouth and what belongs to you
Of a winner and surrenders
Of love and other small things
But now it comes to wake me in time
A face in a mirror identical to mine
I scream, but my voice doesn't exist
Without even a ticket
And we'll get lost on purpose
But now it comes to wake me in time
A face in a mirror identical to mine
I scream, but my voice doesn't exist
But now it comes to wake me in time
A face in a mirror identical to mine
I scream, but my voice doesn't exist