Asuntos Delicados
IZAL
Delicate Matters
Get closer, get closer
Get closer, get closer
Get closer, get closer
Get closer, get closer
Alright, if I have no choice, I'll listen
To the same rhythms over and over again
Until my ears explode
And if tomorrow I can't get up
At least tell me that I'll manage
To tell Houston we're coming home
And that we made it
What I couldn't bear
Is not to watch as the lights illuminate you in time
To the last drum, it feels the same
It feels the same and in the meantime, scream
We'll set aside the possible delicate matters
That divide and make it clear that it will be impossible to say it again
We'll set aside the possible delicate matters
That divide and make it clear that it will be impossible to say it again
Get closer, get closer
Get closer, get closer
Get closer, get closer
Get closer, get closer
I admit I never thought I'd end up here
Don't tell anyone what we've heard
And whoever is free of guilt should wait to enjoy you
I neither ask for forgiveness, nor favor, nor do I regret or forget
Nor do I regret or forget
We'll set aside the possible delicate matters
That divide and make it clear that it will be impossible to say it again
We'll set aside the possible delicate matters
That divide and make it clear that it will be impossible to say it again
