These kinds of stories
Always have nice beginnings
His name was Thomas and almost
We were committing crimes
Lying on the green grass and recovering
Every night I discovered myself deep inside his skin

But he always disappears
There's no love no blood no tears
Baby leaves me
Tomorrow he'll leave me?
Leaves me
Tomorrow he'll leave me all alone

I'm sitting in a Spanish cafe
Over half an hour
I'm waiting for new love, for a new
Touch I can discover
But it's all useless I can't be much stronger
All I've got is his tattoo his mark deep inside my mind