Nunca Dijiste Adiós

It may seem ironic that I still love you
and you see
An illness would explain this headless idea
No feet

I love you as much as if you were still here
I deceive myself by thinking that you remember the pact
When we swore to love each other in that dark room
What do we call our corner?

And I don't pack my bags or erase your steps
I keep my lips dry and closed
My hands have saved all their caresses
So that they are not missing when you ask me for them

I watch the window that looks out onto the street
I check my emails without fail in the afternoons
Because deep down I feel that you are still mine
If it were any other way you would at least say goodbye to me

And you left, but you never said goodbye

I love you as much as if you were still here, I deceive myself
Thinking that you remember the pact
When we swore to love each other in that dark room
What do we call our corner?

And I don't pack my bags or erase your steps
I keep my lips dry and closed
My hands have saved all their caresses
So that they are not missing when you ask me for them

I watch the window that looks out onto the street
I check my emails without fail in the afternoons
Because deep down I feel that you are still mine
If it were any other way you would at least say goodbye to me

And you left, but you never said goodbye
Oh, ooh, ooh

I watch the window that looks out onto the street
I check my emails without fail in the afternoons
Because deep down I feel that you are still mine
If it were any other way you would at least say goodbye to me
And you left, but you never said goodbye

But you never said goodbye