Madrid Amaneció

It's been a thousand weeks since I slept in our bed,
And this hotel feels like desolation.
A stab in the balcony.
Dying of love in this room.

No. No. No. No, my love
If your heart breaks, it wasn't me.

Madrid woke up all wet,
I heard a laugh
From the Puerta del Sol.
I smoke and wonder what happened.
There are no words to explain how I feel.

No. No. No. No, my love
If your heart breaks, it wasn't me.

I'm searching for a desperate song
That’s been well hidden
In the record that’s gone.
I make a call and you’re not there,
And there’s nothing that numbs this pain.

No. No. No. No, my love
If your heart breaks, it wasn't me.