Fantasía

I've been an hour at the bar and you didn't show up for the date
Did you forget or maybe you didn't want to come?
Maybe you don't expect anything from me and I'm crazy to try
People come and go and I'm alone on the road
I roam half the city wrapped in melancholy
I don't want to think about you or pluck daisies
My flight is losing altitude, I don't give up, stubborn head
Not to twist love and half an empty bed
Back the sadness on my shoulder, wounded fantasy
Back with a long face and empty hands
And I'm getting lost in the streets, they're not the same without you
And I feel like it will never be the same again

It was the third time I saw her this month
The fourth time she didn't show up, no signs of life
I thought love was around
Now I'm left with a taste of nothing
Not to twist love and half an empty bed
Back the sadness on my shoulder, wounded fantasy
Back with a long face and empty hands
And I'm getting lost in the streets, they're not the same without you
And I feel like it will never be the same again