Una rodaja de pan

Since we're feeling so anesthetised in our comfort zone reminds me of the second time that I followed you homeWe're running out of alibisFrom the second of MayReminds me of the summer timeOn this winter's daySee you at the bitter endSee you at the bitter endEvery step we take that's synchronizedEvery broken boneReminds me of the second timeThat I followed you homeYou shower me with lullabiesAs you're walking awayReminds me that it's killing timeOn this fateful daySee you at the bitter endSee you at the bitter end See you at the bitter endSee you at the bitter endFrom the time we interceptedFeels more like suicide...See you at the bitter end











ya fue, ya fue