Que Vuelvas

And what am I going to do with my selective absent-mindedness
And with my frustrated dream of learning to cook?
And what am I going to do with Sundays and holidays?
No plan is appropriate when I try not to think

Tell me where you are going
Now that I'm not here
Tell me where I'm going
Now that you're not here

What will I make up to tell the whole world
If they see me lying on the ground and no longer wanting to fly?
How do I hide this pair of broken wings
And the soles of my tired boots from walking?

Tell me where you are going
Now that I'm not here
Tell me where I'm going
Now that you're not here

I want you to come back
My lips that you haven't kissed in a long time are calling for you
I want you to return
You see, even my hands
Hurt from not touching you for so long
They hurt

And what am I going to do if my chin reaches the floor
And even if I try to smile, it doesn't come naturally?
If they have already seen me with a lost look
A few pounds less and a few more tears

Tell me where you are going
Now that I'm not here
Tell me where I'm going
Now that you're not here

I want you to come back
My lips that you haven't kissed in a long time are calling for you
I want you to return
You see, even my hands
Hurt from not touching you for so long

I want you to come back
My lips that you haven't kissed in a long time are calling for you
I want you to return
If you knew you were meant for me
And you always wanted to be here
I still don't understand how, when, where
Or why I lost you
I can't live like this

I want you to come back, I want you to return

I want you to come back
My lips that you haven't kissed in a long time are calling for you
I want you to return
You see, even my hands
Hurt from not touching you for so long
They hurt