Días Impares

I want you to know
The truth about odd days
They should resemble
But they're never quite the same

I don't understand anything
If you love me more on Monday than on Tuesday
Take me to the snowfall
Through the route of the inexplicable

Lunatic metaphysics
I theory, you practice
Maybe the signal hasn't reached me well
I'll have to trust the satellites
The ones orbiting around you
Creating personal interferences

I want you to know
The truth about odd days
Your small doubts
Could become giant

Thank goodness you exist
And I don't have to imagine you

How am I going to find you
If you never give me
If you never give me your coordinates?
Tell me, how am I going to find you
If you never give me
If you never give me your coordinates?