Preguntale Al Polvo

Can't stand having you close
Or having to imagine you
Even if I say what you want to hear

I'm tired of seeing you
I'm tired of loving
But I return every evening to universal suicide

Now confused, I drink
But I never confess to you
Why, my love? Why?
And in the water

Ask the water
If we are water, will we be water?
To the water

The drama of a player
Who finishes my drinks
Is the story of your life, not mine

You've grown tired of seeing me
You've grown tired of loving
You were never so brave
I know you won't shoot

It doesn't take much effort
Since we already woke up dead
Why, my love? Why?

And in the dust
Ask the dust
If we are dust, will we be dust?

And in the dust
Ask the dust
If we are dust, will we be dust?

To the dust
Ask the dust
If we are dust, will we be dust?
To the dust