Balas de Plata

Is this waiting what’s killing me?
Your silences are silver bullets.
Is it the night, is it the dawn
that breaks the sun in my face?

It’ll be your fingers that save me
when they shoot words into the air.
They fly around looking for nothing
and pierce my chest, running down my back.

I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me
when I get home
and I don’t know anything about you.
My words get all twisted,
I mess up the bed
and I can’t sleep.

You make it so damn hard for me, Life.
You keep opening new wounds
in the same spot
where another wound never healed.
You make it so damn hard for me, Life.
You keep opening new wounds.
You keep opening new wounds.

It’ll be your lips that hook me.
Your kisses are the air and the water.
Is it summer when the heat soaks me
that won’t let me sleep if I’m not in your bed?

It’ll be fate that separates us,
the one that keeps me from remembering your face.
When I try, nothing comes out.
When I see you, it’s just a second and you’re gone, you slip away.

I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me
when I get home
and I don’t know anything about you.
My words get all twisted,
I mess up the bed
and I can’t sleep.

You make it so damn hard for me, Life.
You keep opening new wounds
in the same spot
where another wound never healed.
You make it so damn hard for me, Life.
You keep opening new wounds.
You keep opening new wounds.