One fucking cigarrete told me the truth,
And curiosity killed all my hopes.
They said: those are supertitions
But i believe in coincidence not in miracles.
It all began in a bed
And all ended on the stairs
With just chains around our necks
Looking for happiness
Put a smile on your face,
And some rum in your tongue.
We became silly clothes
When someone tells a joke.
With the smoke from the room
We all dance like fools.
'Cause the way is too long
And the travel is to much more.
One fucking cigarrete told me the truth,
And curiosity killed all my hopes.
They said: those are supertitions
But i believe in coincidence not in miracles.
It all began in a bed
And all ended on the stairs
With just chains around our necks
Looking for happiness
It's a lie a good story
Or the truth a bad excuse.
It's the brain, the guilty of all that stuff
You're lying,
You're trying,
Fix up our mistake.
I'm sorry baby,
We haven't a future in the next years.
Alice is your friend but she said:
You don't need me, it's okay.
Don't be a liar, that said your parents.
Because you can't, no tried,
This is my problem now.
It's my problem, not your problem.
It's my life, not your life.
It's my fault, not your fault.
If i can, if you can
Never talk about this.