Qué Sería de Mí
Once Tiros
What Would Become of Me
So many depressed people
Looking at everything,
so lacking in life
So many mysterious folks
Saying one thing,
doing another
So many lights turned on,
showing everything even the wounds
If it weren't for your lips
Washing my body
Cleaning my pain
What would become of me,
without a place to go and die
What would become of me,
without your arms, babe, not letting me go
Ou ou oh, oooh
Ou ou oh, oooh
Ou ou oh, oooh
Ou ou oh, oooh
So much neglected life
Few have a lot,
many have nothing
So many distracted people
Looking down, never up
Heart that didn’t leave you
Carrying the anguish you never wanted
Always out of sync,
sleeping on your mouth, dreaming on your lips
What would become of me,
without a place to go and die, (uoooh oh)
What would become of me,
without your arms, babe, not letting me go
Ou ou oh, oooh
Ou ou oh, oooh
Ou ou oh, oooh
Ou ou oh, oooh
What would become of me,
without a place to go and die
What would become of me,
without your arms, babe, not letting me go
What would become of me,
without a place to go and die
What would become of me,
without your arms, babe, not letting me go
Ou ou oh, oooh
Ou ou oh, oooh
Ou ou oh, oooh
Ou ou oh, oooh
(Ah aaah, ah aaah, aaah ah)
Ou ou oh, oooh
Ou ou oh, oooh
Ou ou oh, oooh
(Ah aaah)
Ou ou oh, oooh
