Té Para Tres
Gustavo Cerati
Tea For Three
The cups on the tablecloth
The spilled rain
A little honey, a little honey
Is not enough
The eclipse was not partial
And blinded our gazes
I saw you crying, I saw you crying
For him
Tea for three
A sip of distraction
Trying to decipher ourselves
There is nothing better, there is nothing better
Than home
Tea for three
