Guantes Negros
Joystick
Black Gloves
Hallucinate
I heal again
With the caresses of your black gloves
Another season
And the fission
Of the particles of my skeleton
Euphemisms and other ways to escape
Can you feel it?
It's a lot
To tell you how much I desire
To throw ourselves to the ground and talk
To tell you
I'm scared of how much I like you, my love
That's how I am
A spiral
Vintage clock
And the hypnotism with its sway
Pursuit
In the elevator
I opened the door and discovered a desert
You're leaving in quicksand
Be careful where you step
It's a lot
To tell you how much I desire
To throw ourselves to the ground and talk
To tell you
I'm scared of how much I like you
I don't know if you're listening anymore
It's a lot
To tell you how much I desire
To throw ourselves to the ground and talk
To tell you
I'm scared of how much I like you, my love
That's how I am
Right there
At the meeting point
Without fear of trying again
To tell you
There's no doubt, how much I like you, my love
That's how I am
