There are suburban lights
That take me far away back.
That's my memory catching fire
While embracing dust.
You went away, without a word.
Don't get tired, I understood.
You don't need to make me signs.
I can walk in the night.
I don't even know how I look like
A crazy, a junkie or a lost guy.
I've got mist on my glasses
And that prevents me from dreaming.
Sitting in the lift (elevator)
That comes and goes on 11 floors
Just to forget my heart
I've let you everything in the backyard.
I imagine you in front of the TV
Popcorn and jeans, you're fond of.
I try and try to erase.
It's not for that reason I laugh.
I don't even know how I look like
A crazy, a junkie or a lost guy.
I've got mist on my glasses
And that prevents me from dreaming.
I've seen Lola and the others again.
They're still good, as always.
They say everything is your fault.
They'd like to put you in prison.
As for me, I think of everything at the same time.
I don't listen to them anymore, they hurt me.
I only need you.
You shouldn't have packed your case.
I don't even know how I look like
A crazy, a junkie or a lost guy.
I've got mist on my glasses
And that prevents me from dreaming.
I don't even know how I look like
A crazy, a junkie or a lost guy.
I've got mist on my glasses
And that prevents me from dreaming.
There are suburban lights That take me far away back. That's my memory catching fire While embracing dust. You went away, without a word. Don't get tired, I understood. You don't need to make me signs. I can walk in the night.
I don't even know how I look like A crazy, a junkie or a lost guy. I've got mist on my glasses And that prevents me from dreaming.
Sitting in the lift (elevator) That comes and goes on 11 floors Just to forget my heart I've let you everything in the backyard. I imagine you in front of the TV Popcorn and jeans, you're fond of. I try and try to erase. It's not for that reason I laugh.
I don't even know how I look like A crazy, a junkie or a lost guy. I've got mist on my glasses And that prevents me from dreaming.
I've seen Lola and the others again. They're still good, as always. They say everything is your fault. They'd like to put you in prison. As for me, I think of everything at the same time. I don't listen to them anymore, they hurt me. I only need you. You shouldn't have packed your case.
I don't even know how I look like A crazy, a junkie or a lost guy. I've got mist on my glasses And that prevents me from dreaming. I don't even know how I look like A crazy, a junkie or a lost guy. I've got mist on my glasses And that prevents me from dreaming.