

(yeah) Spent three nights in the cold again
Tracing lines where the memories bend
Habits break but the shadows stay
Translate the silence, nothing left to say
No me busques, I am already gone
Lost in the static of a digital dawn
All these fragments, sonic bricolage
We were just a beautiful mirage (ahhhh)
Fragments of glass on the hardwood floor
No balance
anymore
¿Por qué seguimos jugando a perder?
When there is nothing left to defend?
No me busques, I am already gone
Lost in the static of a digital dawn
All these fragments, sonic bricolage
We were just a beautiful mirage
(yeah, yeah)
Just a mirage...
Ya no queda nada (hummmm)