Andrómeda

Television depresses me
Anesthesia for reason
What I would give to have you next to me
Talking for hours on that armchair

Shadow of reality
Reflection of superficiality
I wonder wherever you are
What you might be thinking, what you might be feeling

And no, I can't avoid it, I don't want to stop
Thinking of you, as part of me
I thought about putting down roots and staying with you
Now just a mirage, an alien thought

I can't concentrate
No home exorcism
What I would give to have you next to me
Talking for hours just looking at each other

Shadow of reality
Reflection of superficiality
I wonder wherever you are
What you might be thinking, what you might be feeling

And no, I can't avoid it, I don't want to stop
Thinking of you, as part of me
I thought about putting down roots and staying with you
Just a mirage, an alien thought