Bitácora de Amor

It was getting late, inspiration was running out
And my outdated love songs
Tell stories of a kiss without passion
They carry details of what never happened

I write about your voice
The Moon is calling me
Where did the girl I loved go?
I tell her: She didn't come back
I write in my love log

It was night, playing in the same bar
I saw you sitting at the back table
You throw glances that make me think
That even if you say this is over

It never ended
And I sing to your voice
The Moon is calling me
Where did the girl I loved go?
I tell her: She didn't come back
I sing in my love log

I have no more pages to describe
Your story, I can't keep playing like this
I have no more pages to repeat it
Story, I can't keep playing like this

It was getting late, inspiration was running out
And I write about your voice
The Moon is calling me
Where did the girl I loved go?
I tell her: She didn't come back
I write in my love log