A La Mitad de La Cama
Manuel Mijares
In the Middle of the Bed
Once again I find you packing your bags
Another tour
Takes you to the other side of my life
Once again I'm here smoking away the days
Opening curtains
To let this melancholy fade away
And I, I'm not the same if you're not here,
I suffer from a radical change
And I'm scared to wake up
In the middle of the bed
That coldly calls me out
Those moles on your back
And your bare face
In the middle of the bed
I wake up every morning
And I hold tight your pajamas
Empty of your humanity
In a couple of days you'll be back in my life
The tour ends
And along with it this melancholy
And I, I'm not the same if you're not here,
I suffer from a radical change
And I'm scared to wake up
In the middle of the bed
That coldly calls me out
Those moles on your back
And your bare face
In the middle of the bed
I wake up every morning
And I hold tight your pajamas
Empty of your humanity
In the middle of the bed
That coldly calls me out
Those moles on your back
And your bare face
In the middle of the bed
I hold tight the habit
And I hold tight your pajamas
Empty of your humanity
Of your humanity..... of your humanity
