Blues

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
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
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