Lo Último Que Se Pierda

It takes time to fix it
It doesn't go at the pace of other years
Dirty blood and new books
Dinners full of yawns
All the weight
All the weight

The first times it happens
Then everything stays at home
The floor creaks
There are no more shouts
I need you too

How hard is it to call
I'm fine and how about you
Just that
All the weight

And then more reconciliation
More mistakes
More suspicions
More pains
More excuses
More relief
More reservations
More exile
More cannons
More armor
More sessions of praises
More deficiencies
More affection
Pushing us into limbo