De Vuelta Al Juego

When words are missing
and when those feelings fall
it would be harder for you to swallow your pain.
In the wind, the fight
it's always you at the bottom
struggling without strength anymore
and a little joy would do you good.

With your eyes always up
between departures and comebacks, escape.
Is this the journey or is it life?
Where do you go when they ask for more?

Walking today, tomorrow will come
I want to see the sun when it hits my face.
Walking today, tomorrow will come
no one says that today we look alike in nothing.