La Dobleuve
Pablo López
The W
It goes, it goes, it goes
It goes and doesn't come back
I keep losing the keys
Losing the phone
Losing myself
I keep accumulating life
Running away from time
And goodbyes
Now that you don't listen to me anymore
That my alarm clock doesn't bother you
Now that I don't believe in anything
That waking up tomorrow doesn't torment me
You told me
That what goes, doesn't come back
That what goes, goes
It goes and doesn't come back
Doesn't come back, doesn't come back
Doesn't come back
I resurrect every Friday
And end up Sunday undressing you
