and what am I going to do with my selective absentmindedness
and with my frustrated dream of learning to cook
and what am I going to do with Sundays
and holidays, no plan is appropriate
when I try not to think
maybe tell me where you're going
now that I'm not here
maybe tell me where I'm going
now that you're not here
what will I invent to tell him to the whole world
if they see me lying on the ground
and with no more desire to fly
how do I hide this pair of broken wings
and the soles of my boots
tired of walking
maybe tell me where you're going
now that I'm not here
maybe tell me where I'm going
now that you're not here
I want you to come back
they are demanding you
my lips that you haven't kissed in a while
I want you to come back
you see that even my hands
they hurt me from not touching you so much... They hurt
and what am I going to do if my chin reaches the floor
and even if I try to smile it doesn't come naturally
if they have already seen me with a lost look
a few pounds less
and a few more tears
perhaps tell me where you are going
now that I am not here
perhaps tell me where I am going
now that you are not here
I want you to come back
they are demanding you
my lips that you haven't kissed in a while
I want you to come back
you see that even my hands
from not touching you so much they hurt me
I want you to come back
they are demanding you
my lips that you haven't kissed in a long time
I want you to come back
if you knew that you were for me
and I always wanted to be here
I still don't understand how, when, where,
nor why I lost you, I don't know how to live like this
I want for you to come back
I want you to come back
I want you to come back
they are demanding you
my lips that you haven't kissed in a long time
I want you to come back
You see that even my hands
from not touching you hurt so much......