Punto Ciego

It's the moments
Owners of the blind spot
And thinking several times
Before falling

Just moments
They wink at us through the blinds
Leaving souls outside
Cooling down

I dreamt of you
I dreamt of you once more
I hate winter and waking up

I don't remember anymore
Where I hid the key
I leave the heat locked away
Escaping

I was never good
At washing the blood
I only find you in the air
Before falling