Claro que creo en el amor...aunque no lo practico mucho.
Claro que creo en el amor...aunque no lo practico mucho.
If the night turned cold
And the stars looked down
And you hug yourself
On the cold cold ground
You wake the morning
In a stranger’s coat
No-one would you see
You ask yourself, ‘Who’d watch for me?’
My only friend, who could it be?
It’s hard to say it
I hate to say it
But it’s probably me