The blood drying on my fingers
It's because there was nothing stable left
In our ideas when she spat out the venom
So I took the glass with both hands
To break it on a corner of the table
Four eyes in the void
A bastard holding his belly
The bar has closed the curtain
I don't even listen to the bouncer anymore
My saliva tastes like sand
We're reaching the end of the dial
Maybe I just mishandled success
I didn't see her swimming in suspicions
The blunders and their collateral effect
I hear the sirens when the rain cleans the terrace
But it will be even worse if justice gets involved
Her makeup running
She pretends to leave without even admitting
That there's still a little love for me that exists in her
(Come on, it's okay, come back)

The photos we burn
Those we frame
The innocent phrases
That gently affect your mind
We promise, we swear
But how can we be sure we're not lying?
We need to talk about it
Before it becomes too sentimental
One less day
But it's still the same arms holding me
And if ever the plans we set go wrong
It's not serious
It's just one less day

We replaced all the mirrors
With posters of Bonnie & Clyde
We emptied all the drawers
And just kept our gangster and wedding costumes
The truth knocks at the door
But our eyes ignore it
You drink cocktails in the morning
You chase after me
It's too big a mansion for old fools
The world is looking for us like mutineers of piracy
Naively we remove the batteries from our watches
As if we were removing a thorn from our hand
We cut all the wires under the phone
You dream that I stay the same but you know men
One day we'll get tired of it
And the day after we'll embrace each other
All that's left for us is

The photos we burn
Those we frame
The innocent phrases
That gently affect your mind
We promise, we swear
But how can we be sure we're not lying?
We need to talk about it
Before it becomes too sentimental
One less day, ey
But it's still the same arms holding me
And if ever the plans we set go wrong
It's not serious
It's just one less day

VIEW ORIGINAL LYRICS