Francamente
Churupaca
Frankly
Uncontrollable urges and I’m
Syncing to the beat of your steps.
Look kid, if I’ve tried
I’m giving you my dignity
Wrapped in newspaper
And I sing to your childhood, to your childhood
Because it sounds like a whim
And it doesn’t buzz in my ear anymore
Uncontrollable urges and I’m
Syncing to the beat of your steps.
Weeks of your voice come back intertwined with mine
Binding us to those warm sounds
