you`re sitting in the space between the night and day
and so i`ll wait for the sound of your footsteps
the tea that`s brewed too strong
the part of me that`s waited patiently or oh so long
at least i try
but i`m relying
oh my photographic memory
while painfully realizing
it`s not all that it`s cracked up to be
and falling`s just another way to fly
i wonder why it`s never easier than
the first time♬
~Mil razones para mi confución y mil caminos que le ayudan~
