Y Quisiera

Always the same restlessness drives me away
Like in the saying, the lid can't find its match
And once again, when dialing that stupid number
I feel how my fingers are chained to your image

And I would like to pull the cord anchored to the wall
And I would like to release from that leash marking your skin
And I would like to be able to scream that I am free now
But it hurts to let go and the pain follows me

Never have so many words said so little
When they are the excuse for a crazy behavior
And sweeping to one side, sweeping to the other
It doesn't depend on me, there's nothing that cleans itself

And I would like to pull the cord anchored to the wall
And I would like to release that leash marking your skin
And I would like to be able to scream that I am free now
But it hurts to let go and the pain follows me again

And I want to escape and I want to believe that
I have the strength but I don't have the power

And I would like to pull the cord anchored to the wall
And I would like to release from that leash marking your skin
And I would like to be able to scream that I am free now
But it hurts to let go and the pain follows me