Don't give up, kid
We all just started to try and make it through
It's always the fronton that makes you come undone
But this is just a room
Hopefully a game euskaldun from the Basque country
Can teach us how to lose
I placed all my bets on keeping you
Salt my wound
I feel I'm growing soft again
I really wanna miss you
But there you are
You call it a nightmare
But I really wanna go there
I swear that I could change the truth
If you tell me who you are
I don't have a weapon
Only fists in my pocket
And there's something in the atmosphere
I feel it in my bones
You'll bring the pilota
I've got the xistera
To send it back to you
It's called the fastest game
And yet it stays the same
So long as we can move
Don't give up, kid
What you're thinking is mistaken for escape
I'd lose all my bets by losing you
Haunt my room
You say it's been a lonely year
I never thought I'd see you
But there you are
Time's slipping
Like ribbons through my hand
You know we only came to you
So you'd tell us how to win
Don't mistake Miami for the edge of the universe
I'm trying to make sense of how I got here so we can begin
Hold me down when you cut me close
Feel my heartbeat before you take my soul
Call me out if you catch me slow
Touch my body, turn me on and rip off all my clothes
I can hear you from far away
Crying out every time I play
All I want is to make you stay
Hold me down when you cut my throat
Touch my body, turn me on and rip off all my clothes