Museo Del Prado

You've been thinking for a while
And searching for your fire
The same old ghosts
Inventing firefighters

You could handle it all
If you wanted to do it
With your eyes closed
Just hit the right button

And I'm still fighting with myself
I'm not deaf
I just can't get it right
Like a canvas in the Prado Museum
Time goes by
And we’re left in the frame

And you keep waiting for answers
But there’s no right question

You've been staring
At the dock
Waiting for something
To take you far away

With the boat stuck
No compass and no oars
Like someone searching for water
In the middle of the desert

And you tell me to be careful
You can't understand it
You forgive me my life
You take me to hell
And you ask for the key
To the portal of dreams
Cut off my hands
If I have it

And I'm still fighting with myself
I'm not deaf
I just can't get it right
Like a canvas in the Prado Museum
Time goes by
And we’re left in the frame

And you keep waiting for answers
But there’s no right question

I know it, I know it
That you’re great
And you don’t see it, you don’t see it
Unmatched
I know it, I know it
It’s just that sometimes you don’t know

You, letting them talk
Me, hanging out somewhere else
You, a clean slate
Once again, babe, every man for himself