Un Par de Buenos Sueños

I got a heart on my sleeve
My mind weighs me down and makes me tired
I got a crack in my tooth
People don't understand it's for whistling

I got a brave accent
And a pending account
That I must settle
And a guitar that feels
They don't get it anymore
And starts to cry
I got a memory in syrup
So it doesn't turn bitter, I give it a smoke
And a dark cloud right above
That never ends
That usually thunders
I got the grass in my hand
I turn into a worm trying to fly
And a mundane paradise with good and bad
And crazies to tie up and crazies to tie up...

It's time to tell time now
That my loneliness is over
That I have a couple of good dreams
To set sail
And a thousand ways to think
And when the hell will it change
And by the time the weather changes
May my disguise never change

I got a memory in syrup
I got the grass in my hand
And a mundane paradise

I got a memory in syrup
And a dark cloud right above
I got the grass in my hand
And a mundane paradise x3