Rómpeme

I'm going to burn the highways that took me away from you
Tie me to the bed, shoot your arrows of passion and pain

I won't disguise my old demons with saintly clothes anymore
I've burned in so many fires that only ashes remain

On this freezing night
I wish to burn

And write with flow and sweat
a different story
that saves us from an indecent world
that kills people better every day

And avoid what we both already know
that love can be a killer
with an angelic face

My will is to surrender to you
and let desire point the way

Break me... with a thousand caresses, heaven break me
I rinse in tears shadows of a fear that
builds walls heaven break them

That I'm just a fugitive
who's tired of running away