Somos Los Mismos De Siempre

Where are you going, what are you looking for
in the cold of the night.
In your walk, I see my walk
and we are always the same.
Loneliness, like a disguise
sells you among people.
And there's a sign, inviting you in,
inside a hot rock sounds.
I don't really know what might happen to you,
but you're already in the mood, you're already hot.
The band plays, I see you shine,
I'm not your solution, but a better disguise.
Where are you going, what are you looking for
on the edge of the night.
There are no recipes, no labels
that make you feel different.
You seek refuge, you want to feel,
you want a stroke of luck.
And in your walk, I see my walk
and we are always the same