Lo Busque

I'm looking for a heart
That got lost in the summer
And there are no more clues
That someone said
That they slept in another bed

I follow the desolate trail
Of a desperate love
That didn't say goodbye
It even said
It would come with the dawn
And didn't return, disappeared
Left no trace

And I searched for it, even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul
Bleeding, it didn't care
Look for a doctor or some cure
So it wouldn't die of love
It died of sorrow

And I searched for it, even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul
Bleeding, it didn't care
Look for a doctor or some cure
So it wouldn't die of love
It died of sorrow

I follow the desolate trail
Of a desperate love
That didn't say goodbye
It even said
It would come with the dawn
And didn't return, disappeared
Left no trace

And I searched for it, even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul
Bleeding, it didn't care
Look for a doctor or some cure
So it wouldn't die of love
It died of sorrow

And I searched for it, even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul
Bleeding, it didn't care
Look for a doctor or some cure
So it wouldn't die of love
It died of sorrow