Se Nos Iba La Vida

Life was slipping away from us as we took off our clothes
in that hostel so close to the beach,
we told each other lies, we bought promises
the dawn lights tickled us.

She dressed quickly, lit a cigarette,
looked at me through the bathroom mirror
and burst out laughing.
I started playing 'If You Were Here'
No no woman no cry. Leave me. Stand by me
and suddenly it got out of hand
I haven't seen her since
and the kids flip me off
as the train goes by.

And don't touch the wound,
don't offer me another deal,
don't try to deceive me,
it's the simplest way
when you avoid your past
of not, of not stepping on it again.

She'll be as always on some border
chasing some guy in the middle of the night,
she'll be making a living out of fantasies,
remembering bodies, forgetting names.

They'll be trying to drive me crazy
the looks to the south, the memories of back then,
I'll be trying to feel like myself
in other people's skins, in everyone's mouths.

And don't touch the wound...
And love is the currency we left behind
as children on the train tracks.
And your bed the highway we set on fire
not so young.

And don't touch the wound...
Life was slipping away from us as we took off our clothes
in that hostel so close to the beach