Inciso
Pablo Alborán
Interlude
We talk all the time about the fleeting and the brief
About wanting to erase and write our diary
About the years that have passed in just one season
Of a favorite show that, without wanting to, ends
About rolling down the window to see the sea again
About spending 24 hours trying to stop them
Of the never and the almost
Of the maybe of the volatile
How clumsy is the second that never beat the minute
How selfish is the clock that wants us to be wanderers
Pins of nostalgia hold us without permission
When the heart and soul just ask for an interlude
We talk all the time about trying to be happier
Psychologists in sips cover our scars
To see who’s worse off or who seems more sane
When we’re born without bags or a return ticket
We teach each other without being masters of our own
With pockets full of deserts
Of the never and the almost
Of the maybe of the volatile
How clumsy is the second that never beat the minute
How selfish is the clock that wants us to be wanderers
Pins of nostalgia hold us without permission
When the heart and soul just ask for an interlude
In love with the moment before everything
With what your eyes hold
In the moment before seeing you
Infinity always tries to hide
In every, it has fun
Watching how our luck runs
Eh, eh
How clumsy is the second that never beat the minute
How selfish is the clock that wants us to be wanderers
Pins of nostalgia hold us without permission
When the heart and soul just ask for an interlude
An interlude
