Tu Silueta

Your silhouette in my hands has become a shadow,
That escapes faster than a day without ideas.
It provokes silence and puts the soul in defeat,
It's so cold that sometimes you cry when you get close to me.

And I hold onto your skin with a strength I've never had
And I kiss you again even though everything feels ironic.
This doesn't kill the affection I carry with me.
These desires to be by your side wherever you go, I miss you.
Out of love or maybe by instinct.
Your silhouette tattooed in my hands is my vice and you no longer love me
And you're still tied to me.

It provokes silence and puts the soul in defeat,
It's so cold that sometimes you cry when you get close to me.

And I hold onto your skin with a strength I've never had,
And I kiss you again even though everything feels ironic.
This doesn't kill the affection I carry with me.
These desires to be by your side wherever you go, I miss you.
Out of love or maybe by instinct.
Your silhouette tattooed in my hands is my vice and you no longer love me
And you're still tied to me.
And I remain in defeat, with your silhouette.