Fantasmas
Camilo Séptimo
Ghosts
It hurts to accept that in reality, we are ghosts
How much do we have to see to know where we went wrong
Your soul relieves me, brings me back to life
If my heart is suffering
Your peace relieves me and becomes infinite
When my reason is sleeping
Although I could have had everything
I think I just missed touching your skin
Again, again
Although I can no longer see my being
Because it disappears from pain
For your love, for your love
Your soul relieves me, brings me back to life
If my heart is suffering
Your peace relieves me and becomes infinite
When my reason is sleeping
Although I could have had everything
I think I just missed touching your skin
Again, again
Although I can no longer see my being
Because it disappears from pain
For your love, for your love
Although I could have had everything
I think I just missed touching your skin
Again, again
Although I can no longer see my being
Because it disappears from pain
For your love, for your love
It hurts to accept that in reality, we are ghosts
