A La Mitad de La Cama

Once again I find you packing your bags
Another tour
Takes you to the other side of my life

Once again I'm here smoking away the days
Opening curtains
To let this melancholy fade away

And I, I'm not the same if you're not here,
I suffer from a radical change
And I'm scared to wake up

In the middle of the bed
That coldly calls me out
Those moles on your back
And your bare face

In the middle of the bed
I wake up every morning
And I hold tight your pajamas
Empty of your humanity

In a couple of days you'll be back in my life
The tour ends
And along with it this melancholy

And I, I'm not the same if you're not here,
I suffer from a radical change
And I'm scared to wake up

In the middle of the bed
That coldly calls me out
Those moles on your back
And your bare face

In the middle of the bed
I wake up every morning
And I hold tight your pajamas
Empty of your humanity

In the middle of the bed
That coldly calls me out
Those moles on your back
And your bare face

In the middle of the bed
I hold tight the habit
And I hold tight your pajamas
Empty of your humanity
Of your humanity..... of your humanity