Nada Tiene Sentido
Presuntos Implicados
Nothing Makes Sense
Under the law of passion, I’m wasting my life away.
I wish I had a dream outside of all this drama.
And I sing every night in a café,
evoking all those promises.
I try to fund my sanity;
I’m always dealing with problems.
You know I can’t stop, I have to keep going.
Don’t ask me for much more than what I want to give you.
I can’t write, I can’t read.
Nothing makes sense.
I can’t write, I can’t read,
just being with you.
The lights fall again,
hiding my lies.
Under the satin shines, I keep my nightmares.
In the shadows, he’s there,
witnessing my days go by.
Nothing to say or to tell;
it’s not a bad ending.
You know I can’t stop, I have to keep going.
Don’t ask me for much more
than what I can give you.
I can’t write, I can’t read.
Nothing makes sense.
I can’t write, I can’t read,
just being with you.