Tenía Que Decírtelo
Quique González
Had to Tell You
1, 2, 3, and
A striptease on a grand piano
A miracle, happening in the movies
The casino's on fire, the excavators
From the happy years
A wedding dress, paid for with dirty money
The thunder hunter, from the nights of euphoria
This morning the birds flew from the nest
Using fake passports
And the mailman left a notice
From immigration services
The shotgun loaded, next to the rocking chair
The rusty coffee pot, from Mondays in the sun
They're here to cover their tracks
The presidents of despair
They're here, with knives between their teeth
Had to tell you
A total eclipse from the second row
It scares you, but you don't care
Someone's playing to save your life
With the strategy of a preacher
Knows you well, beats you in close quarters
With the grace of the last shows
They're here to cover their tracks
The presidents of despair
They're here, with knives between their teeth
Had to tell you
Who wants to leave the building now
The weird thing is not feeling out of place
Had to tell you
Had to tell you
Had to tell you
Had to tell you
Had to tell you
