Entre Sobras y Sobras Me Faltas

We missed a flannel night
With ugly pajamas and socks on the outside
From a sofa with cold and treacherous shower
With massage, cream, a little drink, and candles

We missed a whole lie
A false wait and an ugly afternoon
We missed blurring your name
And our heart from the whole staircase

We missed an Ikea sheet
A cardboard trip, a silk awakening
A lazy day and an old caress
A let's go there and a wherever

We missed a sleepless night
And a ballroom dance in a narrow street
We missed losing our way in Madrid
Unstuck the end and book the date

And the four shots were left over
That with such audacity our heart gave us

And the twenty knives were left over
And sometimes life doesn't make sense
And between leftovers and leftovers I miss you
And I miss the leftovers that your love had
And the five hundred times we said no

We missed a couple of signs
A few rivals
And a piece of goodbye
We missed waking up with hugs
We missed drifting together

And the four endings were left over
That with such detail our heart gave us

And being unable was left over
And sometimes courage and rhyme don't match
And between leftovers and leftovers I miss you
And I miss the leftovers that your love had
And the five hundred times we said no

And the four shots were left over
That with such audacity our heart gave us

And the twenty knives were left over
And sometimes life doesn't make sense
And between leftovers and leftovers I miss you
And I miss the leftovers that your love had
And the five hundred times we said no