Supongo

I suppose this song doesn't sound like spring,
more than composing it, I decompose
pieces of truth.
I sense that in a second I'll hit the ground.
In the dark, it seems like a good moment
to admit that the picture of my soul is doctored.
I'm a magician without a deck of cards.
You were the rabbit in my hat,
I don't know if you're still in there though
I suppose you must still be so beautiful;
black suits your face
and today it's raining in the city.
I deserve you to run away every time I surprise you.
I give away the sky and then charge a price.
And what is the truth?
That from seeking myself so much, I've lost myself,
I never wanted to drag you along with me
but you insisted and now how do I explain to you?

That I often wake up drunk in the doorways.
And even though I don't know my name, I know I want to hug you.
I forget you but deep down I remember you and I tell myself
'What's false in what I show,
true in what I hide?'
I was born to throw stones and break the roof
that protects your future, because I passed the past
dreaming of something you resemble.
If now my kingdom fades away, I object.
Do I have you? Do you understand me?
Do I love you or do I just suppose?

I suppose I must be sad when I cry
but there are things that have to be done alone.
Don't call back.
Because I know I no longer want to cement
my mistakes but my fears.
Give me your hand and maybe
I'll be able to fly
with you towards a sky of dreamers,
I just hope they accept smokers.
Have the courage not to let go of me,
even when I sing to you

That I often wake up...