Como Ninguna
Carol Rovira
Like No Other
And if you leave
Where will you take those kisses that are so ours?
And if you leave
Who will hear the verses of your longings?
Your finger traces my back and draws a moon
My skin responds, brushing against your bare leg
Your finger traces my back and draws a moon
I turn, I look at you and think: Like no other
And if you don’t leave
Your mouth will paint deliriums in our winters
And if you don’t leave
Your freckles will map out the path of our secrets
Your finger traces my back and draws a moon
My skin responds, brushing against your bare leg
Your finger traces my back and draws a moon
I turn, I look at you and think: Like no other
