Noches de Llamada

The nights of calling
The "I love yous" in the early morning
The dirty secrets of my pillow
Will stay just as a maybe
And your hair brushing my face (brushing my face)
Next to the arm that held you close (that held you close, ah-ah)
I didn’t know you didn’t feel, it was nothing

How do I tell my mind that you won’t come back?
That it was just another story
That this tale was missing pages to tell
That if I want to see you, you won’t be there
What are the chances in this world of us meeting again?
I think there aren’t any, no, no, oh-oh-oh

How do I tell my mind that you won’t come back?
That it was just another story
That this tale was missing pages to tell
That if I want to see you, you won’t be there
What are the chances in this world of us meeting again?
I think there aren’t any, uoh-oh, uoh-oh-oh-oh