Frío

Who will take off
From my planes?
If it's been a while
Since I closed the terminal

Your ambitions have eaten you up again
You were always
A matter of priority

You hate it when my truth
Pierces your chest
Your pretensions of being someone else are cut off

We struggled to breathe
Among so much dirt

Cold, freezing my bones and I write
About perfect moments that I never remember
If they actually existed

I look, search the street for a witness
To feed my delirium and tell me
That it sounds like you drinking in a bar

We have nothing left
To save

Who will fight
Your mistakes?
We can't stand
Your way of risking

You come for more
Disappointments
To tear out what's left of the end

You hate it when my truth
Pierces your chest

Cold, freezing my bones and I write
About perfect moments that I never remember
If they actually existed

I look, search the street for a witness
To feed my delirium and tell me
That it sounds like you drinking in a bar

(Oh, oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
And freezes my bones (oh, oh-oh-oh)

Cold, freezing my bones and I write
About perfect moments that I never remember
If they actually existed

I look, search the street for a witness
To feed my delirium and tell me
That it sounds like you drinking in a bar

Cold, freezing my bones and I write
About perfect moments that I never remember
If they actually existed

We have nothing left
To save