Esperaré

I'll wait for you to warm my bed tonight to find out
if this cold that chills my bones has anything to do
with the winter in your city.
And then I'll go with blindfolded eyes, lay down my broken vanity,
and on my knees I'll surrender.
And then you'll make firewood of the fallen angel
laughing at the blue sanity.
Erasing me to make yourself feel good.
Making it a waste of sanctity.
What is kind of normal.
What is kind of normal.

I won't find a little comfort in the soul.
And I'll get lost even knowing that I was inside.
I'll darken searching for you, searching for myself.

I'll wait for you to warm my bed tonight to find out
if this cold that chills my bones has anything to do
with the winter in your city.

I won't find a little comfort in the soul.
And I'll get lost even knowing that I was inside.
I'll darken searching for you, searching for myself.

I won't find a little comfort in the soul.
And I'll get lost even knowing that I was inside.
I'll darken searching for you, searching for myself.