El Pensamiento Circular

There's something supernatural in your way of dancing
Sometimes, not many nor too few
I think of you

There's something twisted from this joyful impunity
There are nights prone to breakdowns
I think of you

The circular thought with an empty head
There are nights when everything is crap
And I think of you

In desire, in the blessed darkness
Sometimes, not many nor too few
I think of you
I think of you

In a ring of fire, with my glorious immunity
There are nights I hear a lot of nonsense
And I think of you

There's something delicate, surrendering to others
There are nights I eat a lot of junk food
And I think of you

It's the looks, thrown in the face
That remind me of what I'm missing
It's the words, loaded and shaken
That have the power to transform time
From this bed

My personal growth in an empty bed
There are afternoons when everything seems like a lie
And I think of you

With my shoes climbing up my belly
Sometimes I forget everything I had
And I think of you

I sway, which can make me dizzy
My arms always spinning adrift
Thinking of you

Like Doctor Manhattan, oblivious to reality
There are days that no longer have melodies
And I think of you
I think of you

It's the looks, thrown in the face
That remind me of what I'm missing
It's the words, loaded and shaken
And they have the power to raise the wind
From this bed

In my way of dancing from this joyful impunity
Sometimes, not many nor too few
I think of you

There's something supernatural, there's something twisted
Sometimes, not many nor too few
I think of you

In my empty bed, or in the breakdown
Sometimes, not many nor too few
I think of you

There's something vicious in my way of dancing
Sometimes, not many nor too few
I think of you