Ahora Que Te Encuentro

Now that life tears our blanket away from us
And lost hypochondriac, I no longer sleep through the night
Now that the night is a rumor of someone else's laughter
That fades away down the street and freezes our hearts

Now that breathing is more difficult
To remove the splinters of memory under our skin
Now that I miss the dawns of Madrid
And the songs I owe you don't play on the radios

Now that you look at yourself in the mirrors for longer
Now that we need excuses to get drunk
Now that the breeze doesn't tangle our hair
Now that we don't score as many goals with our hands

Now that I argue loudly with the news
That I recognize my father's quirks in my anger
Now that chrysanthemums no longer grow in the bars
That I return from far away and don't unpack my luggage

Now you bring the rain and even though I'm no longer young
I undress in the storm, shout your name in the street
Now that I find you, everything becomes true
The palaces collapse and you bring green to their vacant lots

You make this autumn brighten my mornings
And silence the clock in the crocodile's belly
You bring a heart for every tin man
Now you change my reasons and dress me in Sunday clothes

And dress me in Sunday clothes

Now that I've learned to unlearn the rules
And that every storm teaches us something
And to say I love you in 140 characters
Or to enclose all our hopes in a gin and tonic

Now that the nights without your light have taught me
That all happiness leaves someone damaged
That in the seashells, the sea names your memory
That I rummage through my drawers to find your picture

Now you bring the rain and even though I'm no longer young
I undress in the storm, shout your name in the street
Now that I find you, everything becomes true
The palaces collapse and you bring green to their vacant lots

You make this autumn brighten my mornings
And silence the clock in the crocodile's belly
You bring a heart for every tin man
Now you change my reasons and dress me in Sunday clothes

And dress me in Sunday clothes

Now you bring the rain and even though I'm no longer young
I undress in the storm, shout your name in the street
Now that I find you, everything becomes true
The palaces collapse and you bring green to their vacant lots

You make this autumn brighten my mornings
And silence the clock in the crocodile's belly
You bring a heart for every tin man
Now you change my reasons and dress me in Sunday clothes

And dress me in Sunday clothes