Banca de Flores

I told you it wouldn't work
Being with him and wanting me close
I know, I know. This is not love
You see there calling me at late hours
Sobbing, crying, wanting to leave
I know, I know, then you remembered me

And I'm here
Waiting for you with the car running
You know the flower stand? I'm right here
Forget your things to leave longing
And let your desire satisfy the urge

Two glasses of wine ready to toast
In a round bed for us to love
Half of a night to surrender
And the rest of a lifetime for us to love

I told you it wouldn't work
Being with him and wanting me close
I know, I know. This is not love
You see there calling me at late hours
Sobbing, crying, wanting to leave
I know, I know, then you remembered me

And I'm here
Waiting for you with the car running
You know the flower stand? I'm right here
Forget your things to leave longing
And let your desire satisfy the urge

Two glasses of wine ready to toast
In a round bed for us to love
Half of a night to surrender
And the rest of a lifetime for us to love

And I'm here
Waiting for you with the car running
You know the flower stand? I'm right here
Forget your things to leave longing
And let your desire satisfy the urge

Two glasses of wine ready to toast
And a round bed for us to love
Half of a night to surrender
And the rest of a lifetime for us to love

Forget your things to leave longing
And let your desire satisfy the urge