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 ооо 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