Tormenta en la mañana
La Buena Vida
Storm in the Morning
I don't want to know, I don't want your lies
just the silence that heals the wound.
I don't want the night if it means you hide,
if it means you forget what was just one day.
I've made my choice, and damn, this wait is tough
but now I understand: your love is out of pity.
And I want you to know that you were never
my only pain, my only pain.
Just the silence that heals the wound
And I want you to know that you were never
my only pain, my only pain.
Just the silence that heals the wound
Just the pain that heals the wound
And I want you to know that you were never
my only pain, my only pain.