El uno por cien
Rosendo
One Percent
It was another time
it was one percent
before coming back
from bad to worse
Sunday syndrome
the holy fusion.
She's well aware that I don't trust
closes her eyes but smiles
assumes I'm gonna mess up.
The feed's all gone
no random flowers matter
spirits are low
and can't be disguised
everything's been a tale
in a sentimental climate.
She's well aware that I don't trust
closes her eyes but smiles
assumes I'm gonna mess up.
It was another time
it was one percent.
She's well aware that I don't trust
closes her eyes but smiles
assumes I'm gonna mess up.
It was another time
it was one percent.
