Cuando Baja La Marea

Air, on this slow summer afternoon
Your memory is a faded photo
That the hours keep smoking away
How hard it is to sketch your features
Midday after you left

Air, if your eyes were black figs
If your teeth were lemon wedges
I can't recall the arch of your brows
I can't even speak, barely
About anything other than your pain

The mind when the tide goes down
By pure instinct for survival
Tries to cauterize every trace
That love leaves behind

The mind when the tide goes down
Revealing the structure of pain
Activates a defense mechanism
So the heart doesn't drown

Air
I'm out of breath
On this slow summer afternoon
I can't seem to describe you
Your memory is a faded photo
Barely outlined
That the hours keep blurring
Oh no

Air
I try to sketch
Your features, but I can hardly do it
No matter how hard I try
How hard it is to recognize
With all that we loved
That you barely left a mark on me

Air, now when the tide goes down
And the shipwreck is complete
What a shame