You get sunlight at midnight
And then the number of infinity,
E Wain installed on your tiara
And you were still there as if nothing;
Endulcé sea water for your thirst,
We rented quarter waning of the moon,
And I looked like a good loser in bed
The things that love is not resolved.
Chorus:
And how hurt you are that far
Here sleeping in the same bed;
How it hurts so much distance,
While listening to breathe
And you‘re hundreds of miles
And quererte hurts so much,
Pretend that everything is perfect
While it hurts to spend life
Trying to locate
What was lost long ago ...
I ended up with the gardens for your flowers
Invented alchemy against the utopian,
And I have come to be confused with the tenderness
The shame that I sometimes view;
That is assuming the sad plight,
pathetic is believing a lie
convene the goblins of the miracle,
that makes you wake up in love.
Chorus:
How it hurts to be so far
sleeping here in the same bed;
How it hurts so much distance,
While listening to breathe
And you‘re hundreds of miles.
And quererte hurts so much,
Pretend that everything is perfect
While it hurts to spend life
Trying to locate
What was lost long ago ...
Why do we hurt so much distance,
Pretend that everything is perfect
While feeling that hurts
spend their lives sleeping here in the same bed ...
How it hurts .....