Blues (Bonus)

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 alone

Leaves me, tomorrow, he'll leave me all alone

I'm sitting in a Spanish café 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

But he always disappears

There's no love, no blood, no tears

Baby, leaves me, tomorrow, he'll leave me alone

Leaves me, tomorrow, he'll leave me all alone

But he always disappears

There's no love, no blood, no tears

Baby, leaves me, tomorrow, he'll leave me alone

Leaves me, tomorrow, he'll leave me all alone

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

All alone, all alone, whoa