Medium
Gustavo Cerati
Medium
I could disappear
I could say no
But the end of passion
Is that the hidden is seen
I came to warn you
Girl with eyes from yesterday
I know you vibrate too
The strange sensation
Of not belonging to this world
As if in a trance
So many times I died
I could never leave
The art of living
Above the abyss
I am doomed to wander
(From love to love)
Possessed by the beyond
Possessed by the beyond