Celos Del Cielo

You were a paper boat
Following a current
From a river formed by rain
From which you were not going to return

And I feel jealous
Of not having you here
And I feel jealous of the sky that has you
And I feel jealous of not having you here
And I feel jealous of the sky that has you

Tell me what it feels like to fly
Tell me what the afterlife is
Tell me what it feels like to be
Part of the stars

Now you're just a memory
Where we used to laugh, you and I
Now you're just a picture
Hanging in my room

And I feel jealous of not having you here
And I feel jealous of the sky that has you
And I feel jealous of not having you here
And I feel jealous of the sky that has you