Beautiful

She is the lost fairy one day fell asleep in my life
She comes out of the bathroom naked, tries on dresses, doesn't ask for forgiveness
She loves the inconvenience she gets mad at me and speaks in French
She dances like the princess of the neurotic kingdom of my childhood

She says: Beautiful
It sounds like freedom

All those drunk nights I thought I found her but I lost her
I had to do some mourning cut my desire with a scalpel
I wanted to search in the drop of the last whiskey I never drank
I had a former love on the night of the day after I saw you

She says: Beautiful
It sounds like freedom

Our love is a tin bed
It cuts you when you want to sleep
It makes us get involved and lose ourselves
It unites us the misfortune of existing
And this love is like a hot ice cream
It burns you when you want to suck it
It insists on leaving no survivors
It's a lie but it's also true

She says: Beautiful

She flourishes in the dry corrosive garden of my loneliness
I like nothing in the world more than hugging you and then waking up
I have a terrible past and some secrets to confess
I have some pending toast that one unconscious day I'm going to toast it

She says: Beautiful
It sounds like freedom

This love is like aluminum flowers
They rust when you want to water them
It makes us infatuate ourselves as boys
Who cry because they miss mom
This love is like a Polish tango
Because there is no milonga or acceleration
Cause it makes me feel alive in the tragedy
Cause it's self destructive like me

Our love is a tin bed
It cuts you when you want to sleep
It makes us get involved and lose ourselves
It unites us the misfortune of existing

She says: Beautiful
She says: Beautiful
She says: Beautiful
She says: Beautiful
She says: Beautiful
She says: Beautiful
She says: Beautiful
She says: Beautiful