Los Días Contados

One more week of April, 170 hours by your side
Nights and nights without sleep, we always had numbered days
We saw many sunsets, always waking up drunk
We never said goodbye, we never knew something had started

I remember your outbursts, your moves, your comings and goings
Your phobias and your fetishes...
You don't know how much I regret when I dream that I'm still between your legs

I set course to nowhere, all this time I've been so lost
Friend of loneliness, I'm like a wanderer without a path
It all ended and was so fleeting, we didn't finish what we built
Now we have to remember that we are puppets of destiny

I remember your outbursts, your moves, your comings and goings
Your phobias and your fetishes...
You don't know how much I regret when I dream that I'm still between your legs

It wasn't what it could have been, how strange this way of hurting...

I remember your outbursts, your moves, your comings and goings
Your phobias and your fetishes...
You don't know how much I regret when I dream that I'm still between your legs

One more week of April, 170 hours by your side