A La Orilla de La Chimenea

I can get cheesy and say
That your lips taste the same
As the lips I kiss
In my dreams

I can get sad and say
That it's enough for me to be your enemy
Your everything, your slave
Your fever, your master

And if you want, I can also
Be your station and your train
Your bad and your good, your bread and your wine
Your sin, your God, your killer

Or maybe that shadow
That lies next to you on the carpet
By the fireplace
Waiting for the tide to rise

I can get humble and say
That I'm not the best
That I lack the courage
To tie you to my bed

I can get dignified and say
Take my address
When you're tired of cheap loves
Give me a call

And if you want, I can also
Be your trapeze and your safety net
Your goodbye and your come, your blanket and your cold
Your hangover, your Monday, your boredom

Or maybe that wind
That pulls you out of boredom
And leaves you embraced by doubt
In the middle of the street and naked

And if you want, I can also
Be your lawyer and your judge
Your fear and your faith, your night and your day
Your resentment, your why, your agony

Or maybe that shadow
That lies next to you on the carpet
By the fireplace
Waiting for the tide to rise

Or maybe that wind
That pulls you out of boredom
And leaves you embraced by doubt
In the middle of the street and naked

Or maybe that shadow
That lies next to you on the carpet
By the fireplace
Waiting for