Los Sueños Incompletos

There's never an extra scream
no diapers to wash
no overly crowded elevator
no lover.

And there are no inhibitions to hide
no weird excuses to love
no word that brings me
closer to your voice.

But that's how it is, the house smells like roses and artichokes
and I celebrate another birthday, one more.
But that's how it is, dreams in color like garlands
are just unfulfilled dreams, nothing more.

There's never an extra kiss
no caresses to give
no drawn smile
no sedative.

And there's no veil of tulle
no bursts of light
no family
to help you have faith.

But that's how it is, the house smells like roses and artichokes
and I celebrate another birthday, one more.
But that's how it is, dreams in color like garlands
are just unfulfilled dreams, nothing more.

But that's how it is, the house smells like roses and artichokes
and I celebrate another birthday, one more.
But that's how it is, dreams in color like garlands
are just unfulfilled dreams, nothing more
nothing more...