4 A.M.

You woke up with the strange feeling,
that you no longer belonged,
to the teenage room decor,
and the ghosts of other lives,

That's not your home,
that's not your place anymore,
run away with me, leave the others behind

You packed your bag and put on your pants,
the ones that made you more of a woman,
with the silence of the night as the backdrop,
while the family slept,

That's not your home,
that's not your place anymore,
run away with me, leave the others behind

We met at Plaza Constitución
and you didn't know where you were going,
with the certainty and the dampness in your heart,
that you wouldn't take a step back,

That's not your home,
that's not your place anymore,
run away with me,
run away with me, escape from here