Lado B Del Corazón

How many times a day I arrive late
And how many times in my life I didn't make it
I got old waiting to find you
Kissing your lips out of sync with the taste of coffee

The art in your hands gives me shelter
They could create the most beautiful poetry ever written
Love is like a vinyl record
You have to let the record play until your favorite song comes on

And kiss me but don't say goodbye with a kiss like a condolence
Think that I'll always see you again
In the cafe where we chat dreaming of running away on a train
That's why I'm not afraid of growing old

That's why I'm not afraid of growing old