Culpables

There's no surgeon that can
rip out of this heart
what I feel for you
(what I feel for you)
nor a dictionary with words
to express all this suffering
(all this suffering)

it's that the blame is on time and distance
on my lifestyle, on our ignorance
guilty is the world, guilty are all
except you and me.

I'm a craftsman of expression, my mission
lies in turning thoughts into songs
I have no schedules, no rules
but that's why the commitment is double
if when there's no time to share we just have to go with the flow
we shouldn't let ourselves be confused by fears, soap operas
you know I'm here for you, my love

it's that the blame is on time......

and today, my love, neither you nor I
realized yesterday that distance was testing us
but no one is made to endure such a dose of pressure
and you filled yourself with frustration, so much disappointment
thoughts of betrayal that I know today are worthless
they don't weigh as much as this much pain

there's no surgeon that can
rip out of this heart
what I feel for you (baby, this is not a tale)
nor a dictionary with words
to express all this suffering
(all this suffering)

it's that the blame is on time......