Volvi a la Barra

You walked away from me that night
those glasses you never wear got all fogged up.

You break down the quiet soul
solidifying the heat, pushing you up all rough.

You walked away and yesterday... I went back to the bar.
The colors of its wood keep me safe.
A slave to a prison, no sinful rust,
no nails to scratch our trust.

The crazy world stopped, I grabbed the scooter
and I left, accepting the out-of-place request.

And like a pig, I drank on my rooftop,
the clotheslines forgot to let the wind play with their flags.

You walked away and yesterday... I went back to the bar.
The colors of its wood keep me safe.
A slave to a prison, no sinful rust,
no nails to scratch our trust.

I didn’t care about the amnesty bags,
nor the words I still haven’t said.
I didn’t stop to charm the sidewalks,
nor the brunettes that pass by, not even once!

We broke glasses, scored some weed...
and even the mattress forgot your smile.

You walked away and yesterday... I went back to the bar.
The colors of its wood keep me safe.
A slave to a prison, no sinful rust,
no nails to scratch our trust.

But no nails to scratch our trust,
and no nails to scratch our trust...