Well, it was April, and I was a wreck, showers galore
I wanted to fly, I wanted to reach the end
I made myself cry, and I forgot to feel
I took a plane, bound for nowhere
A station, and a beer at the sea
A weekend to never forget
Tijuana seeds, a sunset
A very long night, pajamas, duvet
You were almost leaving and I wasn't there
And the pillow burns, that knows Latin
After another long night of little sleep
And telling each other nonsense
You were almost leaving and I wasn't there
My heart was split in two
And in the living room only you and I danced
It'll be your scent, Antonio Vega or the Rolling Stones
It'll be Berlin, or that thing that I left there
It'll be the photo of your profile
It'll be that it's been some time
I saw you smile behind the frame of a photo
You're not into social networks
You're into coffee and going out to bars
And you're into the beach and you're good at padel
That's how you are, you're my cinnamon stick
You don't do labels nor dress up
You do whatever you feel like
Tijuana seeds, a sunset
A very long night, pajamas, duvet
You were almost leaving and I wasn't there
My heart was split in two
And in the living room only you and I danced
It'll be your scent, Antonio Vega or the Rolling Stones
It'll be Berlin or that thing that I left there
It'll be the photo of your profile
It'll be that it's been some time
I saw you smile behind the frame of a photo