Final Feliz

What do you see when you look at us?
Who do you imagine you want to be?
A lion on my planet or the Persian cat on your balcony?

The one I imagined on a flight to the sun or the one shot with a silencer?
Or both the pawn and the king?

Paris without you is a gray wedding dress
Pretending that I can tell you no
That there will be a kiss right before the word 'End'

You and I were us, the broken dishes, an E minor
The light at the end of the tunnel, the Monday's cross, the dome two

I told myself a story and it ends like this
With my address on your ID
What is laughing? What is crying? What does it matter?

Paris without you is a gray wedding dress
Pretending that I can tell you no
That there will be a kiss right before the end

Paris without you is a gray wedding dress
Paris without you is a gray wedding dress
Pretending that I can tell you no
That there will be a kiss right before the end