Arma de Doble Filo

Loneliness is a double-edged sword, riding, riding
With each dawn that slips away from you, slipping away
It's that cold finger that's always scratching, scratching
It's the old lie that peeked out remembering, remembering
Loneliness is a bad traveling companion

It catches me when I'm ready to play milonga humming, humming
He doesn't let go until he makes me cry, he gets me drunk whispering
And while I kiss a woman's chest or shelter her while she rests
He waits because he knows I'll come back to him grumbling
Loneliness is a bad traveling companion