Miquela

Miquela, Miquela, I can't forget what you said.
The rain was falling, but the sun shone through your irony.
And after school, on the way home, you swore to me
there's only one train,
it only comes once, and then it's goodbye...
And we waited together, just the two of us.

In class, a formal glance from me and a gesture from you.
The usual wishes later at home in the dim light.

And that child who one day made no sense,
I don’t know if today he could have kept us together
waiting for that star that never shone.

Who was it, who were you,
our train has already left.
I don’t wait, you don’t wait,
everything has changed now.

And I’m just me and you’re just fine being you.
You see...

And I remember you, both fragile and tough.
And I remember me, full of doubts.
Always waiting for that
star that never shone.

Who was it, who were you,
our train has already left.
I don’t wait, you don’t wait,
everything has changed now.

And I’m just me and you’re just fine being you.
You see...

Miquela, Miquela, and your smile will never change.

And maybe that lost and dreamed-of child,
would have had us both by his side
waiting for that train that has already passed...
... that train that said goodbye to us.