Bungaloo (Punta Cometa)

I GO OUT THE BACK DOOR
THE WAY OF THINKING BOTHERS ME
THAT YOU DON'T EXIST
THAT YOU'RE JUST MY LONELINESS
LOOKING FOR ANOTHER PIECE
IN THIS POOR ROOM
THAT DOESN'T KNOW COLORS
EVEN THOUGH IT TRIES TO FIND 16-BYTE LOVES
AND MY GAZE CLOUDS BEFORE THE LIGHT OF A SCREEN
THAT PRODUCES A THOUSAND SOUNDS THAT MIX
BETWEEN WINE, A CIGARETTE, AND MY DESTINY

I DISSOLVE AMONG SYSTEMS
THEY DO EVERYTHING DIFFERENTLY
FOR ME THERE'S NOTHING ELSE BUT SEEING YOU
IT'S USELESS TO GET RID OF YOU
I'VE DREAMED OF KISSING YOU
I RUN TOWARDS THE BARS OF ILLUSIONS
WHERE SONGS ARE SUNG
LOOKING FOR EMOTIONS TO REFLECT IN YOUR SILENCE
I KEEP EATING YOU

BUNGALOO PUNTA COMETA
CAPPUCCINO, A LOVE, A FLOWER
BUNGALOO PUNTA COMETA
CAPPUCCINO, A LOVE, A FLOWER
BUNGALOO PUNTA COMETA
CAPPUCCINO, A LOVE, A FLOWER
BUNGALOO PUNTA COMETA
CAPPUCCINO, A LOVE, A FLOWER
A LOVE, A FLOWER