La Colpa

When your voice seemed like a tangle
When your eyes looked like puddles
When every step a hole dug with shovels at your feet
The economy of time passing with the hands still
I don't remember if I'm smoking or if the cigarette is smoking me
The waste of words when there's no need to talk
Better not be frugal when the risk is the horror vacui

For every fallen petal of the heart, a flower picked from the branch
For every time the last time a new sky screams 'I love you'

When non-love seemed heretical to me
When you didn't even have the courage to tell me
When the vase broke and deep down we know whose fault it is
Mine and mine alone
The guilt is only mine

For every fallen petal of the heart, a flower picked from the branch
For every time the last time a new sky screams 'I love you'
For every fallen petal of the heart, a flower picked from the branch
For every time the last time a new sky screams 'I love you'
For every fallen petal of the heart, a flower picked from the branch
For every time the last time a new sky screams 'I love you'

I am only mine
I am only mine
I am only mine
I am only mine