And what am I going to do with my selective absent-mindedness
And with my frustrated dream of learning to cook
And what am I going to do with Sundays
And on holidays no plan is suitable
Tell me, by any chance, where you're going
Tell me, by any chance, where I'm going
What will I make up to tell the world
Entire, if they see me lying on the floor
And with no more desire to fly
How do I hide this pair of broken wings
And the soles of my tired boots
Tell me, by any chance, where you're going
Tell me, by any chance, where I'm going
I want that you come back
My lips that you haven't kissed in a long time
You see that even my hands
From not touching you so much, they hurt, they hurt
And what am I going to do if my chin reaches the floor
And even if I try, the smile doesn't come out natural
If they've already seen me with a lost stare
A few pounds less
Tell me, by any chance, where you're going
Tell me, by any chance, where I'm going
I want that you come back
My lips that you haven't kissed in a long time
You see that even my hands
From not touching you so much they hurt
I want that you come back
My lips that you haven't kissed in a long time
If you knew that you were for me
And you always wanted to be here
I still don't understand how, when, where
Nor why I lost you, I don't know how to live like this
I want that you come back
I want that you come back
My lips that you haven't kissed in a long time
You see that even my hands
From not touching you so much, they hurt, they hurt