La Chica De Ayer

On any given day you don't know what time it is
You lay next to me without knowing why
The wet streets have seen you grow up
And you in your heart are crying again

I look out the window, you are the girl from yesterday
Playing with flowers, in my garden
Too late to understand
Girl, go home, we can't play

The morning light enters the room
Your golden hair looks like the Sun
Then at night to the Penta to listen
Songs that make me love you

I look out the window, you are the girl from yesterday
Too late to understand
My head is spinning chasing you
My head is spinning chasing you
My head is spinning chasing you
My head is spinning chasing you