The city looks at me with your eyes,
the streets full of fatigue.
Awaiting a new battle,
everything is still the same, just as we left it.
An autumn sea dies on the sidewalk,
loneliness waits for me outside.

Dark parks give shelter
kids craving for nostalgia.
They lie to each other, they hold each other naked,
they cry and get burnt by sex.
I did say those lies, too.
Don't ask me to repeat them today.

The city seems like a world when you love an inhabitant
and today the city teaches us that I'm not—and will never be—your best lover.
The city seems like a world when you love an inhabitant
and today the city teaches us that we're not—and will never be—the way we were.

By night, the waitresses
—that ignore my existence; who I love—
serve me a beer and brag
about the men they've devoured.
Cursed be all the women
that have hurt me, that have denied me.

I return to all the places
where I loved you—mad and drunk—,
the dark club where I convinced you
that lying wasn't so bad.
"Don't think about him tonight
and tell me you love me—he can't hear you".

The city seems like a world when you love an inhabitant
and today the city teaches us that I'm not—and will never be—your best lover.
The city seems like a world when you love an inhabitant
and today the city teaches us that we're not—and will never be—the way we were.