Inventas
Vanesa Martín
You Invent
Of all the women who inhabit in me
I swear there are some that I don't even know
Inevitably, I've already gotten used
To leaving on the left what I don't control
You say it's been a year since I'm not here
Just got hit by a cold shower
In this tunnel, no one can hear us
There's no coverage from your mouth to mine
You invent one more excuse and you lament
My eye reader can't find you
As if it finds your intention
You access my manual of you can't
You detect the flaw and you grow on me
You go to the winning red
You go to the winning red
It's too late to turn back
Too soon to know who I am
My life stayed circling some door
Some door but also jumping at full lung
The tables are turning and I don't ask for explanations
More than once I screwed myself
I defeated delirium by the corner and without greatness
And we go to bed still being us
You invent one more excuse and you lament
My eye reader can't find you
As if it finds your intention
You access my manual of you can't
You detect the flaw and you grow on me
You go to the winning red
You invent one more excuse and you lament
My eye reader can't find you
As if it finds your intention
You access my manual of you can't
You detect the flaw and you grow on me
You go to the winning red
You go to the winning red
Of all the women who inhabit in me
I swear there are some that I don't even know
