Lo Que No Amamos
Lucia Bossa
What We Didn't Love
In your eyes I saw
The absence of the flames
I could sense
The beginning of the end
Now everything, everything has your face
Your scent, your mark
How to escape from you
If you overflow from my soul?
The sheets are cold, but you're there
Cold is the memory of our frenzy
Cold every part of my body you touched
Cold the little of my heart you didn't take
Everything comes back to me, what I didn't know how to say
So much to do, so much to live
Now I mourn for what didn't happen
You left the ghost of what we didn't love
I should have known
Nobody desires what already belongs to them
For your shelf of stolen loves
You wanted to have me as a trophy
The sheets are cold, but you're there
Cold is the memory of our frenzy
Cold every part of my body you touched
Cold the little of my heart you didn't take
Everything comes back to me, what I didn't know how to say
So much to do, so much to live
Now I mourn for what didn't happen
You left the ghost of what we didn't love
