Lo que Tú y Yo Sabemos

Going out, playing to see you smile,
grasping the meaning of living on the fly.
And then, when it's time to return,
keeping the secret in my possession.
One more trip, forgetting the light of a bar,
sleeping poorly and dreaming of singing.
And then, when it's time to return,
keeping the secret in my possession.
Only in the end
does loneliness make sense,
when the silence is complete
there's no one left in the venue.
A thousand faces to study,
a thousand faces to forget.
Running, sweating, no way to gain weight,
surviving the poison of playing.
Only in the end
does loneliness make sense,
when the silence is complete
there's space to think.
And then, when it's time to return,
keeping the secret in my possession.
Something that you and I know.
Something between you and me, let's not talk about it.