Todas Tus Amigas

All your girlfriends are so pretty
They're so fragile, so flexible, so cold
They entertain themselves by showing off
Analyzing and practicing movements
To move without any friction
All your girlfriends are meeting at the bar today, who's the hottest?

One moves you when she screams
Because a Steve song plays on the dance floor
Another freezes irreparably
Because the Gibson has too much ice
The rest float in the air, barely touching the ground
All your girlfriends are meeting at the bar
(I always knew something was off)

No!
They can't hide it anymore, they can't stand the sun
They suffer much more than you and deceive you
They have no more tricks up their sleeves
You caught them slipping and now

No!
They can't impress you, the act is over
They lose their minds as they fade away
They'll be gone by tomorrow morning

All your girlfriends are so pretty
They're so agile, so pale, so childish
They're as volatile as a feather in the wind
Always precise, always alert to the moment
Monochromatic and strangely sweet
They hardly ever separate because
All your girlfriends are meeting at the bar
(I always knew something was off)

No!
They can't hide it anymore, they can't stand the sun
They suffer much more than you and deceive you
They have no more tricks up their sleeves
You caught them slipping and now

No!
They can't impress you, the act is over
They lose their minds as they fade away
They'll commit suicide tomorrow morning

And they stop time
And forget to breathe
They turn into wind
And languish and escape

And they remain beautiful
As they begin to agonize
They're beautiful tightrope walkers
Who surrender and jump

Into the void, they have wings
Flying over cities and mountains
Expanding and spreading out
I always knew something was off