Colgado

So free so isolated, looking for nothing anywhere.
Someone reached out a hand and I chained myself to those arms.

Hung on her hips I forgot who I was,
I stayed on the side defeated by my own war.

I remained like a painting stuck to her wall
that has nothing to do but stay hung.

Hung on her fights facing anyone,
leaving my ideas lost behind her stairs.

I remained like a painting stuck to her wall
that has nothing to do but stay hung.

I wanted to get off the frame, find my place on another ship,
but I was trapped, like tattooed on her skin.

I remained like a painting stuck to her wall
that has nothing to do but stay hung, hung.