89 Grados Fahrenheit

Today when I woke up from bed I felt so different
The walls are my bones and the photos are incipient memories
Looking out the window I don't know where I begin and where the landscape ends
I have the feeling of being a ticket-buyer, ticket, train and journey
11:00 AM, 89 Degrees Fahrenheit and me on the moon, eh
My only memory of you that you believed is that I saw you naked
Suddenly I come back to myself, what the hell am I doing here?

Damn the whistle of the coffee maker
That brings me back to duality
Wait a second love
The only common thing in both worlds is you
Today I had the strange feeling of believing in something that doesn't exist
A bohemian, a charlatan, a pseudo father, a singer-songwriter, in short, a joke
Silence speaks so clearly when the noise finally stops
What do you want me to say?

If words and concepts are nothing but obstacles to see that we are life
11:00 AM, 89 Degrees Fahrenheit and me on the moon, eh
My only memory of you that you believed is that I saw you naked
Suddenly I come back to myself, what the hell am I doing here?

Damn the whistle of the coffee maker
That brings me back to duality
Wait a second love
The only common thing in both worlds
Is you who lights up the sparkle in my eyes
The one who crosses all my desires in red
And although this may seem crazy to you
The most beautiful thing about you, my love, are your flaws
So intelligent that it seems illogical
A woman simply digital
In an absurd world of analog crystal
Especially in her way of thinking
You are the oasis that turns into land
My peace and my war
Tell me where you are

11:00 AM, 89 Degrees Fahrenheit and me on the moon, eh (tell me where you are)
My only memory of you that you believed is that I saw you naked
Suddenly I come back to myself, what the hell am I doing here?
Damn the whistle of the coffee maker
That brings me back to duality
Wait a second love
The only common thing in both worlds is you