Bocanada

When there's nothing left to say
The smoke speaks, nothing but smoke
And it swirls in a spiral

When there's nothing left to say
Empty spaces open up to the air
That two can't breathe in

To fade away, stretching out the after
A path with no end
Distant pleasure from one gaze to another
Fading away

When there's nothing left to say
I become one with the smoke
Winding through reason

Of everything that was decided
Time stretches and I forget
I forget, just like you
Uh, in the waiting, we drift indifferent
Through the space that's left behind

To fade away, stretching out the after
A story with no end
Distant pleasure from one gaze to another
Fading away