After the rain, after the perfume of anguish
And the sound of the silence that you leave when you go
After not surviving the mornings of that April
I'm traveling deep inside to the city of the missed meeting
Capital of the new center of the existential void
How you let me down when you fake and shoot
Freedom, my house is a mess, my life a bit more
Heart, how expensive the prices of love are
I didn't find you downtown today
And a sequence of terror
And I dreamed crazy passions with you
And it simply happens that I feel like seeing you
And it simply happens that
I must have lost something that I'm so committed
In searching inside you for something that's inside me
And something so I can cover my big spiritual hole
I think that looking for you is less dignified than thinking of you
Harder than finding you and less sad than forgetting you
You asked me 'Don't you drink?'
I told you that I don't do it anymore and the story bored you
Freedom, my house is a mess, my life a bit more
Heart, how expensive the prices of love are
I didn't find you downtown today
And a sequence of terror
And I don't know what's happening with you
And it simply happens that I feel like seeing you
And it simply happens that
I didn't find you downtown today
And a sequence of terror
And I cried the night of the blackout
And it simply happens that I feel like seeing you
And it simply happens that